Xander ,'Chosen'
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Anne W. in Literary:
There's a new book I need to order: "How to stab people named billytea and nick their VCRs."
billytea's response:
I think I have that book, only I got the second edition with "...and assume their identities" at the end. It sits on my bookshelf next to "Everything I need to know I learned by killing smart people and eating their brains".
If you're gonna go to jail, have enough cigarettes with you when you get arrested. That's all the advice I have.
-- Michele T (re: civil disobedience, dears)
Somebody'll have to remind me of the pitcher on this one:
Edit: Erika I knew Nom was a guy cause he sent me mail with a Really Male real life name.
Noumenon
Oh, Testy McTosterone the Penile Pamperer? That's my work address. They make us use our stage names.
billytea in Natter:
Matt, you know those new IKEA ads? Yeah. He’s talking to you. That’s right, just you. Even Swedes think you're crazy. People who ferment herring doubt your sanity.
Shawn, that first part was me(I?)
Me - in the sense of not me at all, but rather you. But not I. Oh no. Not I.
Ellen S., in Natter (and Consuela's tagline):
I wonder how long blood fueds would last in societies with a good cable package.
Kirsten, in Firefly (I don't think this is spoilery; admin with yr crazy admin power edit if you disagree)
So I keep hearing talk of a great episode. Sadly, I can't confirm this since there's a baseball game on.
Which, you know, should make this week's column very interesting...
Mal appears to have abandoned the tight-fitting camel-colored pants and brown coat in favor of white pinstripes with an odd matching navy blue cap. The entire cast is no longer carrying guns but, rather, sturdy wooden bats.
The episode's theme seems to be...genitalia manipulation. Which is clearly a metaphor for sexual politics and...oh I give up.
Go Yankees!
Hi. I'm Rebecca Lizard. I read too much Winterson when I was eleven, and now it is burned into my brain. On the up side, that's when I realized I was a lesbian.
The inimitable Ms. Lizard, in The Quotable Firefly
Connie Neil on the wonders of Wesley, alcohol, and fanfiction (SB):
Scotch--the drink of angst. No getting around it. It's hard to be angsty over a bloody Mary--unless it's really blood and her name was Mary.
If it's a noir Western you could probably get away with tequila, but even then your tortured hero is likely to be hunched over a bottle of whiskey. Vodka and schnapps would work well in some old, grey city filled with existential woe. Boilermakers involve whiskey, don't they? If he was lurking around the office, a boilermaker might work.
But when you're dealing out the real, low-down, end-of-your-rope angst, the poetic drink is whiskey.
The only ones who do angst well with wine is some smelly, grey-haired guy in a tattered coat, huddled in some boxes in an alley, and it turns out he used to be a succesful surgeon or brilliant musician, until That Day. And then he's most likely swilling down Thunderbird or Mad Dog 20/20.