I wanted to call in sick today. Not because I was sick, but because my bed was cosy and warm, and I was in the middle of a cat snuggle sandwich. It's cruel and unusual punishment to force a person from such a cosy, happy place.
She didn't even touch her pumpkin. It's a freak with no face.
Willow ,'Help'
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.
Sue - Feb 07, 2007 7:53:42 am PST #8730 of 10001
hip deep in pie
Dana - Feb 07, 2007 8:23:10 am PST #8731 of 10001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
It appears that my current reaction to "Don't Stop Believin'" coming on the radio is now to laugh out loud, crank it up, think of several of you people, and belt it out.
My husband always tries to change the radio station before I can get to "HEAVEN'S JUST A FUNKY MOOSE!"
tommyrot - Feb 07, 2007 8:24:25 am PST #8732 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.
My husband always tries to change the radio station before I can get to "HEAVEN'S JUST A FUNKY MOOSE!"
But Heaven is just a funky moose, and we should never forget it!
§ ita § - Feb 07, 2007 8:38:23 am PST #8733 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I don't think I know this song. However, I am currently at risk of being randomly earwormed by Sometimes When We Touch. At any time. Out of nowhere. Damned brains.
DavidS - Feb 07, 2007 8:40:17 am PST #8734 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
When I was reading about the love-whacky Astronaut I discovered that a Skylab crew in the 70s went on strike and refused to talk to ground control.
tommyrot - Feb 07, 2007 8:41:26 am PST #8735 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.
However, I am currently at risk of being randomly earwormed by Sometimes When We Touch. At any time. Out of nowhere. Damned brains.
Is the honesty just too much?
(Sorry, I just can't help myself....)
§ ita § - Feb 07, 2007 8:44:08 am PST #8736 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
The earworm made me go and look up the lyrics, and I don't hate them anywhere near as much as I hate the song. The words reminscent of Prince's Strange Relationship. The song it self is reminscent of everything that's ever been wrong with music.
bon bon - Feb 07, 2007 8:45:41 am PST #8737 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
When I was reading about the love-whacky Astronaut I discovered that a Skylab crew in the 70s went on strike and refused to talk to ground control.
I understand people get stressed out, overworked, etc. But how much bargaining power do you have when your antagonists are responsible for bringing you back from space?
Also, Streetlights! People! Oooh oh oh oh oh oooooh!
shrift - Feb 07, 2007 9:09:17 am PST #8738 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
A smell of wine and cheap perfume!
Sue - Feb 07, 2007 9:11:04 am PST #8739 of 10001
hip deep in pie
She took the midnight train going anywhere