What'd you all order a dead guy for?

Jayne ,'The Message'


The Crying of Natter 49  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Nora Deirdre - Jan 23, 2007 4:40:19 am PST #5111 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

I have mexican wedding cookies so perhaps i'll have those?

I think you must! Have them for all of us who are sadly mexican wedding cookie-deprived...


Kat - Jan 23, 2007 4:40:48 am PST #5112 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

nora, if there were not a coast between us, I'd happily share.


sarameg - Jan 23, 2007 4:47:56 am PST #5113 of 10001

See, Kat comes in here every morning and taunts us with food we do not have! Sheesh.

OK, it's snowing. It's not supposed to do that.


tommyrot - Jan 23, 2007 5:08:14 am PST #5114 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Victorian joke book proves that the old ones aren't best

I say, I say, I say - have you heard the one about the Victorian gags that hadn't been aired for 130 years? Well, when you hear them you'll probably understand why.

A long-neglected stash of jokes will this week be revived for the first time since their 19th-century prime. The material was gathered in two notebooks by the touring clown Thomas Lawrence to perfect and preserve his pioneering stand-up routines. This Victorian equivalent of Bob Monkhouse's joke book will by performed at the spiritual home of variety - Blackpool.

It might not be sufficiently sophisticated or bawdy to tickle the audience of today, but in their time, this material would have reduced the crowd to peals of laughter.

The books contains such gems as: "What's the difference between a rowing boat and Joan of Arc? One is made of wood and the other is Maid of Orleans."

That's, um... not very good.


shrift - Jan 23, 2007 5:09:00 am PST #5115 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

I am drinking a very large cup of coffee, and trying to convince myself to listen to my work voicemail.


Sue - Jan 23, 2007 5:09:39 am PST #5116 of 10001
hip deep in pie

Oscar Nominees:

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I feel very out of touch with movies this year. The only nominated movie I've seen is Little Miss Sunshine.


tommyrot - Jan 23, 2007 5:13:11 am PST #5117 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

and trying to convince myself to listen to my work voicemail.

You should. One of the voicemails might be an offer of a free pony.


Kat - Jan 23, 2007 5:15:54 am PST #5118 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

See, Kat comes in here every morning and taunts us with food we do not have!

OH! And cupcakes. Both in mini size (just had chocolate orange which was markedly menh, but there's also a blue hawaiian) and regular (mmmm...red velvet cake!). But I think I'm making another grilled cheese and ham with the jalpeno cheese bread.


sarameg - Jan 23, 2007 5:17:48 am PST #5119 of 10001

You can taunt with cupcakes. Those I have no great need for. And what the heck is a blue hawaiian cupcake?


shrift - Jan 23, 2007 5:18:56 am PST #5120 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

One of the voicemails might be an offer of a free pony.

Liar. It's never sunshine and ponies. Unless the ponies are the ones screaming.

Screaming Ponies. Band name, or euphemism for incontinence?