Nutty natter, because I just can't resist a bad pun:
Did I tell the famous family "check engine light" story?
flea and I were driving out to Cincinnati for her to start grad school. (I should preface this with the fact that flea got her license about three weeks before this 700 mile drive, and also neither she nor I had ever driven that far.) And we are driving the former family rustmobile, a 1987 Subaru wagon, because mother upgraded and the sister who is going into the wilds of Ohio needs a car.
So we head out towards the wild wild west, and before we're in Hamden (CT), the check engine light comes on. And we're sort of nervous, and flea is very nervous, and it would be truly of the suck to get stuck in Nowheresville, PA with a dead car. So we pull over, 20 minutes into the trip, and "check the engine". But we're mechanical ignoramae, so all we know how to do to the engine is check the oil. Which is fine. And onward we go.
And onward we went, the check engine light on and off, the whole 700 miles. We checked the oil about 10 times that day, and of course every time it was fine. And then when we arrived in Cincinnati, we called up our mother, who was like, "Oh, yeah, Subarus have electrical shorts in the dashboard indicators all the time. It has nothing to do with the actual engine." Aieeee!
Anyway, before its sad demise, that car became known as Roxanne, because we really didn't want him to put on the red light.
Theodosia in Natter on the Pirate Cruise of Running Away:
"Hey! When I promised you 'rum, sodomy and the lash' it was meant to be like a garnish! Not 'rum, sodomy and the lash in equal proportions' and most especially not 'rum, sodomy, sodomy, sodomy, sodomy, sodomy, and oh yes the lash too.' Now furl the mainsails or topgallant the mizzenmast or whatever, just get this boat pointed in some direction. I'll be down in my cabin with the rum."
Madrigal in 'Buffy (parts spoilery, but still fun out of context):'
Spike hitting himself
- it was just like when Jesse Ventura grabbed Tommy Thompson and started pounding him with his own fist and yelling, "Stop hitting yourself! Stop hitting yourself!" (Okay, that may not have happened, but I just absolutely love imagining it did.
And that image kept me from switching off to Gay Austrian Musical Porn.
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I know how to say kill, dead, death, drunk, hurl, and spear. Yet I do not know how to say hello.
s.a. on her Latin vocabulary,
Madrigal
in
Angel
thread:
Lilah & Angel - they could be just like the Farside wolf and sheep who are best friends until they clock in for work, then they spend 8 hours being all Nature Channely towards each other, then after 5 they go for beers. I could see them getting chummy that way - while they're being actively good or evil, they'll sort of fight, but when they aren't, they just have a good quality snark-fest.
Nutty in Buffy:
Conveniently, the Hellmouth is in Principal Wood's office, which gives a whole new meaning to the big 6-month review meeting.
Fayjay on published porn:
The stuff that gets published... Good grief. I mean, I realise (logically) that people with poor vocabularies and poorer powers of discrimination deserve books that can be read one-handedly just as much as the more pretentious & literary readers, but there's just no need for porn to suck so badly. To feature sucking, by all means, but not to suck.
Sigh.
Well written porn for the people, damn it all!
