scrappy, in Bitches:
I am woman, hear me roar-- "Ow. where's the damn Ibuprofen?"
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scrappy, in Bitches:
I am woman, hear me roar-- "Ow. where's the damn Ibuprofen?"
Natter:
John:
Do we know much about Lori's thing that's going to Mars?
Aimee:
Only that she *refuses* to write "FOAMY" on it.
t pouty
(I'm not trying to COMM myself; I'm just the setup here...)
In Natter:
Steph L.: We also get random holidays that nobody else does, like -- I swear to you this is true -- the National Day of Prayer.
meara: National Day of Prayer??? Dude. I think on the one hand, I'd be kinda irritated to get that off, but...free day off! Heck, I dont' get MLK, I want day of prayer!!
bitterchick: I don't get President's Day, man. I want a day of prayer. I can pray for more vacation time.
Steph, the logical followup to that would have to be something like "Yeah, and then we could pray for a real live president..."
::snerkity::
Calli:
I like dogs. I like movies with dogs. I've just got training issues that interfere with my enjoyment of some of those movies. It's a squick. Meanwhile I'm watching things like Evil Dead without ever saying, "Damn, they ought to have better regulation of their post-mortem facilities." So I should probably just get over the dog issue.
Noumenon (not, please note, Nou-demon) when asked what to do about a broken tooth:
First step: Give "tooth paste" a chance to earn its name.
Second step: Duct tape!
Third step: Panic.
Wait, that was actually my strategy for eight minute dating. I don't know what to do about the tooth.
billytea: Now, I'm planning to be buried with a cell phone. Granted, yours is another way, perfectly valid I'm sure, of beating those 'buried alive' phobias.
Steph: My coverage area is so bad that I'd dial out, and everyone I dialed would be like "What? Get what? Sorry, you're breaking up -- call me back when you're out of the tunnel!"
John H., in Natter:
This all came up as part of my re-reading a thousand posts of Bureacracy and the WX stuff that led into it.
I haven't exactly come to any dramatic conclusions, but on the other hand I'm all ready to write a literary analysis called something like:
Head-Explodeyness: Images of cranial trauma in posts 5011 to 6918 of the Bureacracy thread
In which I would contrast the posts that merely said "this is making me dizzy" with the posts which said "this is giving me a headache", up to and including the posts that said "I want to claw my own eyes out now". With footnotes.
In Buffy
Sean K (in reference to Fred): I just love that fucked up little Texan stoner.
Moonlit: Sean, I have to say that Fred wasn't the first person to come to my mind as I skimmed over this.
EDITED for mild spoilers. (Sorry)