Poking through old threads on WX:
Erin Griggs:
I'd rather deal with the Giant Cro-Magnon Woman-Maker than the 15' Cock o' Death.
Phill:
And now you have the title of your memoirs.
'Get It Done'
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Poking through old threads on WX:
Erin Griggs:
I'd rather deal with the Giant Cro-Magnon Woman-Maker than the 15' Cock o' Death.
Phill:
And now you have the title of your memoirs.
God, how I miss Erin.
Herah: I elect not to tell him we have lost a naked toddler
Annoying Battlestar Galactica Description: Our characters are living, breathing people with all the emotional complexity and contradictions present in quality dramas
ita: Yeah, but you won't have a whore.
Shawn: As much as I believe they will totally and completely revolutionize how dogfights are filmed by the addition of split screen, I ain't watching no show without the possibility of evil twins.
(again re: Battlestar Galactica in Firefly)
And
SLUT!
Speaking of evil twins, Rebecca Lizard puts some words in Hec's mouth in Sang Sacre:
"Well," he says, "I'd love to stay and talk, have an evil conversation with your variously evil selves, but I'm kind of in a hurry. You know. Great battle, matter of balance between good and evil, it occurs around these parts about every six months. Some towns have softball leagues...."
Natter 8:
Burrell: I'm pretty adamant in my stance that, if you want to take someone with you, you should start by killing yourself and *then* see if you still want to kill the other person.
MechaKrelboyne: And here I thought I'd excised the Buffy movie from all space and time. I don't remember much of it, but it doesn't seem the kind of thing to play to his strengths. Now Blood of Heroes, there was a Rutger Hauer movie. Post Apocalyptic football using a dog skull.
Elena's Husband:
Post Apocalyptic football using a dog skull.
...To be fair, all of the pigs would be used for methane production, so it's unlikely anyone will be getting their skins.
MechaKrelboyne: Oh, very much so. Given their options, dog skull seems quite reasonable.
Hil R.:
I hated Who Want to Be a Millionaire. I like fast-paced trivia shows. It drove me nuts to listen to everybody trying to puzzle out an answer. (Several of my friends told me that I wasn't allowed to watch that show with them anymore, because I'd start shouting, "You're an idiot! How can you not know that? And if you don't know it, just shut up, because you're not going to be able to figure it out! Either you know it or you don't, and you don't so you lose, and just get out of that chair and let's get to some more questions!" Um. I can get a bit over-involved.)
Cindy, commenting on a news item in Natter 8:
It's Groundhog Day. Punxsutawney Phil, saw his shadow this morning so more winter weather is on the way.
Little rat bastard.