P.M. Marcontell on gardening:
Oh, the Morning Glory had spread while I had my back turned, and resulted in me only managing to get rid of half of it. Hate that stuff.
Hate hate hate.
However, I LOVE my weedwacker, and I love using it on things I shouldn't, and getting covered in green slime as a result. I also love my pruning thinger. Clipper.
I must have a chainsaw, so as to speed the trimming of large objects.
Gardening is like fighting nasty green demons with the largest possible tools for me.
On the characters to be in
The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen:
Shawn:
Can someone explain what Dorian Gray's power is supposed to be?
Penny B:
Quipping? Someone should explain to the producers that one can't get by on quipping alone - there has to be slayage also.
Matt the Bruins fan:
I'm afraid that they've turned him into a Jasonesque unstoppable killing machine, but how great would it be if we got Stephen Fry belittling opponents with witty bon mots until they ran off sobbing?
[edited to attribute correctly]
Natter 12b:
Cass: am I italic?
Daniel: I thought I was italic one summer. I rode my bicycle at a slight angle and kept speaking with intensity.
Later that fall I tried being bold, but couldn't sustain it.
Theo, your Unknown Buffista is actually two: the first sentence was said by Shawn and the second by Penny B.
Thank you, Nilly - I shall correct now.
Emily in Bitches:
Your brain? Duuuude.
Interestingly, I'm not sure our brains are sufficiently complex to comprehend the workings of our brains. Partly because so much of it is taken up with the whole "flex this muscle," "inhale," "like oranges," "Ooh, I hate her" parts of life.
But it's (pardon me for this) so wicked cool! It's all multiple layers and backpropagation and vectors and completely counterintuitive groupings and... it's like discovering a bizarre new civilization within your own head and trying to figure out whether the rituals are asking for rain or sending smoke signals or praising the gods or just cooking some nice tubers while understanding just enough of the language to say "big happy" and "left"!
Damn. I'm a brain groupie.
Damn. I'm a brain groupie.
I think I'm also a brain groupie, and especially Emily's-brain groupie.
Ken in Bitches, putting newly acquired knowledge to good use.
now I can ask him how much he enjoys his "cow-piss enameled crunchy-treats".
Maybe it's my teacher's kid history showing, but I found this hilarious:
Madrigal Costello: I was thinking Kat and I could do a cross-country clue-shoveling of the people who've committed these wrongs in academia. The positives are getting to travel, witnesses being unable to identify us, and meeting new people, then whacking them with shovels.
Kat: But the downside is that asshat administrivia types in academia are a dime a dozen. We could strike one down with a shovel, Madrigal, and like a Heather, another would rise to replace it.
deborah grabien: I'd say there's all sorts of academia-related people who could use a cluestick smack. Kat, Madrigal, good grief.
Madrigal Costello: Okay, so we track down their red scrunchie of power, or their red scrunchie of power equivalent, and then destroy it in the fires of Mordor, or feed it to an ocelot.
DXMachina: Yes, but you'd still get to hit an incompetent boob with a shovel. That's an end in and of itself.
