aimee
(on the perks of living chez MiracleBorn) - Popcorn! Elves! Boobs!
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ita -
I'm a terrible student. I'm not the lean forward and "Uhuh. Uhuh." sort of student that gives the presenter feedback. I'm the lean back and "You really think so?" sort of person. So when the trainer looks around for validation, my face is painted with "As if. I am stank. I disdain
multitudes." where a simple nod would suffice.
I'm congenitally designed to think they're going too slowly. Even when I'm completely out of my depth, I'm out of my depth too slowly.
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Steph, quoting Egregiously Stupid!Co-worker:
"I don't understand when I walk down the street in winter and see young women with their coats open. Why? Do they do that to say 'Look at my large breasts!'?"
Rio:
Also the reason that women walk down the street is to make our boobs bounce and drive men insaaaaaane because we are EEEEEEVIL.
And the reason we drive cars is so we can take our coats off in the winter and you can see our boobs better.
In fact the reason we leave the house at all is to drive men wild with our BOOBS.
Calli: Heh heh. Sounds like the supposed "crisper" drawers in my old fridge .
Cashmere: I guess calling these drawers "the rotter", which is what really happens in there, wasn't such a good sell.
Billytea: I have fallen off an exercise ball, and 'safe' is not necessarily the first adjective that would have occurred to me.
ita: Have you compared it to falling off conventional chairs?
billytea: Yep. I have found there to be much more control in the latter case.
ita: I'm interested in your technique. I've found that with a ball it's more like rotating, less like falling, and just flows right into a backward roll.
Yes, I did just validate that.
Penny: Hey, I'm falling off my exercise ball right now. . .
Billytea: More flailing (I think this probably goes without saying, and incidentally I have in the past won games of squash because my opponent was laughing too hard to see straight by the end of it), and less ability to translate "Oh, crap, the coffee table!" into a coherent plan of action.
ita: Hmm. This I cannot speak on. From normal chairs I just expect to hit my head and be done with it.
Hec:
It's just like John Donne, really. He started by writing poems about sex that were about God. Then he wrote poems about God that were about sex. Just insert "throbbing cock" every time Prince refers to his "lord and savior" and all the songs work exactly the same.
Betsy, the "Unknown Buffista" from post #1845 is Calli.
Jesse in Natter:
There, see?! Forget about the Buffista group marriage -- it's all about the Buffista family trade-off.
Teppy in Natter (yup, I'm pretending I'm catching up):
And I must be right, because of all the capital letters I used.
A couple of gems from 'Dude':
connie neil: I always giggle a little at the name Shadowfax.
Fay: I find myself, now, thinking it's the sort of office equipment they have in Mordor. And that Voldemort would like to have, if only he were badass enough.
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And Fay again, on how they might shoot a scene from the books:
Fay: it's packed with angsty nekkid Frodo. Do you suppose we'll actually get angsty nekkid Elijah?
The volume of fic is going to be just huger than huge. Oliphantine.
