If you beat someone with a leg is it still called kicking?
I love that. It reads like a koan.
I'm very sorry if she tipped off anyone about your cunningly concealed herd of cows.
Simon ,'Safe'
Coffee On My Monitor
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David J. Schwartz - Dec 20, 2002 12:49:49 pm PST #1464 of 10000
New, fully poseable Author!Knut.
billytea - Dec 20, 2002 12:51:57 pm PST #1465 of 10000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I love that. It reads like a koan.
More koans should feature beatings with body parts.
DCJensen - Dec 20, 2002 12:56:42 pm PST #1466 of 10000
All is well that ends in pizza.
Perhaps we can get a Kaon loan to develop the idea.
billytea - Dec 20, 2002 12:59:47 pm PST #1467 of 10000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Perhaps we can get a Kaon loan to develop the idea.
Application type: loan
Method: phone
Purpose of loan: Hone koans
Manager's decision: No way known.
Betsy HP - Dec 20, 2002 1:01:40 pm PST #1468 of 10000
If I only had a brain...
Kat: BTW, I forgot to mention, Aimee was mean to me and wouldn't let me have any sorbet.
Miracleman: She's like that. Lemme tell you a story...
Though Michigan is renowned for having many wolverines, in all actuality there are very few, especially down in the Lower Peninsula. But one winter day, I was walking through the woods behind my grandparents' house in the northern Lower Peninsula, when I stumbled on one.
This wolverine, a female I think, was as long as I was tall. And, at 15 years of age, I was fairly tall...5'11 or so. Its fangs were as long as my thumbs, and its eyes glowed with a desperate feral rage.
It had a litter, see. And some bastard hunter had shot it and it was wounded. And I'd stumbled across its den so it felt cornered. I saw Death himself leering at me from a nearby hillock, dangling an hourglass and managing to convey through rather concise gesturing that, for me and Death, it was "go time".
Well, I managed to escape, mainly by peeing myself and shrieking like a little girl, which I think mainly embarassed the wolverine, but cracked Death up like nothing else. And I ran home and sobbed and wiped snot on my jacket sleeve and hoped like hell I had a clean pair of underwear.
But that experience does not compare to the sheer unadulterated heart-stopping terror of trying to sneak a spoonful of Aimee's sorbet.
Kat - Dec 20, 2002 1:02:50 pm PST #1469 of 10000
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Sheryl - Dec 20, 2002 1:03:08 pm PST #1470 of 10000
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
The first person in that exchange is Kat, I believe.
John H - Dec 20, 2002 1:11:33 pm PST #1471 of 10000
From Previously.
I'm the straight man, saying why I love BtVS so much:
Other shows have humour, romance, drama, heart-wrenching sadness and so on, but it's normally "one of the above", not all -- I don't know any other show where they're all together in the one place.
Angus:
Wheel of Fortune.
Dana - Dec 20, 2002 1:24:30 pm PST #1472 of 10000
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
From Firefly, non-spoilery:
Madrigal (I think):
I have a sinking suspicion that the Jossling has been named William, 'cause Joss does seem the type to willingly name a child Will Whedon.
billytea:
Side note: in my section at work, 60% of all the employees (including me) are called Bill. It's like Joss is scripting my office. Each day I go to work in the knowledge that one of us could die at any time.
amyparker - Dec 20, 2002 1:27:19 pm PST #1473 of 10000
You've got friends to have good times with. When you need to share the trauma of a badly-written book with someone, that's when you go to family.
Curse you, wee Dana!