Micole, in Literary:
I once started writing a horror story based on that idea, because I ask you, who finds a drowned corpse, extracts the ribcage, and makes a musical instrument out of it? Really creepy elfin harpers, that's who.
I'm just, uh, just feeling kinda... truthsome right now. And, uh... life's just too damn short for ifs and maybes.
Mal ,'Heart Of Gold'
Coffee On My Monitor
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Holli - Jul 24, 2003 11:42:21 am PDT #4044 of 10000
an overblown libretto and a sumptuous score/ could never contain the contradictions I adore
meara - Jul 24, 2003 12:08:23 pm PDT #4045 of 10000
in Natter, after being asked for sex or math talk:
Sean K: If fourteen people are in an orgy, and six of them are women (all bi) and three of the men are bi, and one of the men is gay only, how many orafices will be filled with please, how many people are going to have to also take care of business orally?
Betsy HP: Fuck migraines until they no longer have an orifice. [TOTAL CROSS-POST! NOT A FOLLOW-UP! I SWEAR!]
Fay - Jul 24, 2003 12:57:48 pm PDT #4046 of 10000
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
in Bitches, the inimitable Billytea reflects upon the Purple Polar Bear story in the news right now:
It's a great story. I imagine the bear having an Oz-like reaction to waking up and finding itself purple. Calling back home to see if its nephew's purple, that sort of thing.
beth b - Jul 24, 2003 1:25:21 pm PDT #4047 of 10000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Billytea:
And remember, it's 'i' before 'e' except after 'c' and in the case of deities and atheists, who apparently get to make up their own rules.
Cass - Jul 24, 2003 1:27:57 pm PDT #4048 of 10000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Oh I loved it enough to save it for tagging but I forgot to COMM. Will billytea ever forgive me?
Um, San Diego has all sorts of critters...
t smiles
smonster - Jul 24, 2003 1:34:07 pm PDT #4049 of 10000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Fun With Biology, from Bitches;
Emily: And, uh, hey, those fish that change sex? How do they do that?
Nutty: They save up a lot of money, and then they fly to Thailand for a little operation.
Java cat - Jul 24, 2003 6:28:18 pm PDT #4050 of 10000
Not javachik
Natter 14:
ita: I keep ambling around Friendster thinking "You're too pretty to need a date. Go away." and "OMG. I'd die of embarassment if knew I wanted you to bone and toss."
high plains grifter: Bone and toss...is that one of the new events in the Highland Games?
ita: Show me your caber and we'll talk, laddie.
Theodosia - Jul 25, 2003 2:04:58 am PDT #4051 of 10000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
victor:
On the whole, though, I have no qualms about anyone wanting to date my friends. I mean, most of them are weird, and more than a few are pyromaniacs, but there ARE reasons I'm friends with them.
Cindy - Jul 25, 2003 4:14:46 am PDT #4052 of 10000
Nobody
Fun with Dick and Jane Elena in Bitches 8
See Xander! See Wes! See Shrift writing. See Shrift writing Wes and Xander! See Shrift writing Wes and Xander (if you know what I mean) Write Shrift! Write!
Consuela - Jul 25, 2003 7:41:34 am PDT #4053 of 10000
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
Shrift in Firefly, on her work ethic:
I used to be all Work Ethic Person, giving that 110% effort, blah blah dedication-cakes.Fast forward a few years working in corporate America.
I now slink around at work hiding in the shadows, no longer particularly punctual and only randomly productive. If the boss wants to find me, he has to resort to luring me out of my den with donuts, standing well out of reach, because even middle-management can tell I'm feral. I get even worse when it's time for the home office to send in the goons who'll jump me in the shower again, 'cause I've been shanked so damn much that I've lost count.
I write porn at work now, and am very put out when they interrupt me with these ridiculous requests to fix computers.