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'Smile Time'
Coffee On My Monitor
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(going crazy with the COMMing, I am...maybe I"m in an easily amused mood?)
In the Voting thread, on methods of picking 3 vs. 6 months (can you guess who favors which?:)
Gandalfe: There won't be any averaging involved, so vote your conscience. Which, if your conscience is any good, will be 3.
DavidS: Thank god I stuffed my conscience in a trunk months ago. Six months ago.
billytea: ...well, strictly I'll still just be voting '6', but I'll be doing so in a deep, Satanic voice, and be voting for "6, MORTAL!!" or something like that.
BHP, in Natter:
4.5 is ludicrous.
I hereby claim this thread for the chicken liberation front.
puts on chicken suit
runs around in circles
tries to peck ita
discovers that you can't run very fast in a chicken suit
succumbs to ita's mighty chicken-fu
dies
Deb Grabien, in Angel:
I'm not dissing Molly Bloom; I love her, I love the book, I get drunk reading Joyce and anyway, she has the best unpunctuated orgasm in history.
Betsy Compaq in Natter:
I once worked at a company that insisted on a personality test that divided you up into pie slices - one red, one blue, and one yellow. The pie slices made a complete circle.
One of my crankier co-workers skewed his answers to create Pac-Man.
Anne: I remember hearing a funeral director's spiel about why embalming the "loved one" and putting the remains in a vacuum sealed, climate controlled vault in a memorial wall/mausoleum gave greater comfort to the family than seeing said remains placed into a less expensive casket and lowered into the cold, cold ground. Me, I would be somewhat more horrified by the idea of Granny spending eternity immured in some 1970's crap contemporary architecture. The whole setup was like the Cask of Amontillado with Muzak hymns and plushy carpeting.
Anne W in Bitches:
Given how anal I am about baggying up meat and labeling it before freezing, I am now picturing a Ziploc baggie with "Grandpa" and the cremation date written on it with a Sharpie marker.
I think that was Empress Aimee, not that Anne is not a total hoot, but I remember cause it was my freeze-dried grandfather under discussion.Thanks, Kat.
Ok, then. Oops.