Was it just me, or was last night's GA not so much with "the super duper I need to tune in for the next two weeks to find out what happens!!" thing that they advertised?
Well, if I thought Meredith might actually drown, then maybe....
Well, look at you. All dressed up in big sister's clothes.
Faith ,'End of Days'
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.
Jesse - Feb 09, 2007 6:20:51 pm PST #9867 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Alibelle - Feb 09, 2007 6:22:06 pm PST #9868 of 10001
Apart from sports, "my secret favorite thing on earth is ketchup. I will put ketchup on anything. But it has to be Heinz." - my husband, Michael Vartan
Well, yeah, but do you really think that's even a remote possibility?
Jesse - Feb 09, 2007 6:27:31 pm PST #9869 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
No, not really, sadly. What with the title character and all...
§ ita § - Feb 09, 2007 6:30:15 pm PST #9870 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Somehow I missed a page of natter. Hmmph.
Smudgy purple eyeshadow + liquid liner + black cherry lipstick FOREVAH!
I have a sneaking suspicion you don't have lips as big as mine. They're kinda strong all by themselves.
brenda m - Feb 09, 2007 6:39:07 pm PST #9871 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Was it just me, or was last night's GA not so much with "the super duper I need to tune in for the next two weeks to find out what happens!!" thing that they advertised?
Actually, I got a super duper spoiler from my friend who writes the tv articles for Tribune Media today. There is some shit a'comin. (I'll whitefont if anyone wants to know.)
Lee - Feb 09, 2007 6:43:55 pm PST #9872 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I do, but we should probably take it to Spoilers.
brenda m - Feb 09, 2007 6:54:45 pm PST #9873 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Oh yeah, we still have one of those, don't we? Done.
(I have to say, having the threads all foldered makes me forget that all those TV ones even exist.)
P.M. Marc - Feb 09, 2007 7:02:05 pm PST #9874 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
So, you're of the same school as my friend, whose babysitting instructions included, "Oh, and keep him out of that corner of the room, because that's where Daddy's box cutters live."
Not quite that bad, but yeah. The house is still only semi-reno'd, so there are bits that we keep her out of as much as possible.
sarameg - Feb 09, 2007 7:05:14 pm PST #9875 of 10001
Alibelle, TG= Thanksgiving at Big Bear. Or Black Bear. Or whatever it was called. It's late and I'm getting into my woozy phase (which is funny, considering I'm a night person. But it's just easy to stay up late, past my expiration date.)
I'm thankful GA did not fuck me up like last week. I mean, it was a necessary visitation of a tough place for me and if anything, gave me some more clarity after I got all messy (which I didn't share here,) but..I really don't need that every week.
sarameg - Feb 09, 2007 7:12:03 pm PST #9876 of 10001
My place just has too much stuff that I'd either get sad if destroyed or it'd hurt someone and while catproof? Is not kid proof. Cats don't have thumbs and grasping.I mean, I'm all about the philosphy of adaptation but I really don't want my czech crystal glass, bowls of Caribbean or Med coral, gargoyles or cobblestones clocking my friends' kids' heads because they were just curious.
I love telling the stories to the older kids who visited (and man, there's a part of me who'd love to be it if I were the spark that makes them take the study abroad option, even if I never know!) but they aren't lovely tornados of tactile curiosity.