You could gut Han and wear him like a flesh suit, and then gut a Wookie and wear it like a flesh coat. Or a fur coat.
If it was really cold.
Sir? I'd like you to take the helm, please. I need this man to tear all my clothes off.
Zoe ,'Serenity'
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.
tommyrot - Feb 02, 2007 5:58:29 am PST #7620 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.
§ ita § - Feb 02, 2007 6:00:46 am PST #7621 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
-t - Feb 02, 2007 6:00:52 am PST #7622 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
They're cookies!
Cookies made of oatmeal. Not that I'm disputing your judgement, my instinct is the same and I will have to look elsewhere for cookie eating validation. Eta: Frank knows!
This post is not coming from inside a carcass.
Cass - Feb 02, 2007 6:01:19 am PST #7623 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Molly Ivins on the state of laws against sex toys in Texas."Whereas, if you have five or fewer [dildos], you are merely a hobbyist."
LOVE!
Nutty - Feb 02, 2007 6:02:30 am PST #7624 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
Um, not to get all gross, but there's a lot of rendering of Han Solo's carcass you'd have to do to make a flesh suit out of him. Like, take out all his bones, or skin him in sections, tan the hide, and sew it back together into a Han Solo leather jumpsuit. (Which would be kind of cool!! But labor-intensive, especially in arctic cold.) Wouldn't it be easier to just wear his clothes?
And maybe use his carcass as a bracing wall for the igloo you're building, or something.
tommyrot - Feb 02, 2007 6:05:46 am PST #7625 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.
Now I'm wondering - if you're gonna use his skin for a flesh suit, could you use the leftover organs to make an umbrella?
In case it warmed up and then rained.
Connie Neil - Feb 02, 2007 6:09:02 am PST #7626 of 10001
brillig
I think I'll just keep Han Solo alive and snuggle inside his coat with him.
Ah, the stuff of girlhood dreams.
§ ita § - Feb 02, 2007 6:10:20 am PST #7627 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I can't stop thinking about those orgasmic migraines. Oh, the poor women. The article did state that some took abortive triptans prophylactically before sex, but at $20/pill and you not being able to take more than two a day--well, it certainly makes having an orgasm RIGHT NOW seem a bit more urgent. The friend I was discussing it with suggested that the sexual partner show up with the triptan, but at the very least you can get out of it by saying you've already had two migraines for the day.
Daisy Jane - Feb 02, 2007 6:13:33 am PST #7628 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Mr. Jane bought me 2 Ivins books yesterday as a surprise present. It was sweet. Then we read her thoughts on Dallas and laughed and laughed. We also drank absinthe.
shrift - Feb 02, 2007 6:15:57 am PST #7629 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I am starving. Please note that this is due to a lack of breakfast on my part, not the conversation regarding the rendering of manflesh.