Nutty: I mean, he looked and talked like he had the world's biggest hangover, but that's a legitimate response to the 1980s.
Coffee On My Monitor
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Oh, good god. I'd forgotten about much of that. Lena, come back, all is forgiven! ::sigh::
In Natter...
Jesse: OK, so apparently Ewan McGregor is in the movie filming outside my office. I mean, the director is apparently in the hall outside my suite. I have not seen him. WHERE IS HE?!?!?
amych: Jesse! You're leaving for a job interview when a Ewan sighting is at stake? What's wrong with you? Choosing better pay and future happiness, fulfillment, and security over Ewan!
Sometimes, it's like I don't know you at all.
Whyohwhy do I watch Nip/Tuck? It's like a sickness. Everything makes me wince. Well, except the surgery.--ita, in Natter
In Buffy 4: Grr. Arrgh. we have a discussion on imdb's accuracy concerning details such as performers' age and height statistics.
Sean: IMDb says JM is 5' 11", but doesn't give one for CK.
Plei: Yeah, well, until recently, they also claimed he was 29.
Leigh: Ha. Still, he could pull it off till a year ago, or so.
Plei: Speaking as someone who *is* 29, he could pull off early 30s until late S5/early S6.
S6 was, however, where his age started to pull me out of the story. (The balcony scene in Dead Things? First I'm thinking "Hot, and fucked up." Then some fuckin' little voice in my head says "Duuuuuuuude. He's lookin' his age, and not in the good way," so I say to the voice "shut the fuck up, and let me watch the fucked up sex," but the voice is like "aren't you glad you quit smoking? hey, have some more ice cream, it fills in those lines around your eyes.")
Leigh: Dude, that's just harsh. I hope you got your inner voice blotto and made it watch Queen of the Damned (worst. vampires. ever.) as revenge.
Those rascally Canadians show their true coloUrs:
Sue: Does anyone know why they've been firing off guns on the Citadel? Are the French attacking again?
Elena: Damn Frenchies! Maybe it's the Americans.
Megan E.: Maybe they are doing a demo for the tourists. There seem to be a lot of them roaming around outside.
MechaKrelboyne: I could do with shooting a few tourists. The only person I know in this town with a vehicle can't help us get the free furniture we've been offered. Sigh. Everything's complicated.
Sue: My god, the Cruise ships are Trojan Horses! Thousands of badly dressed old people are invading, demanding we use their monotone currency and demanding lobster dinners and that Elena give them cheap drugs without a perscription. Oh the humanity!
On the tendency of TiVos to end up on the Discovery Channel:
Jess PMoon:
Awww, the Tivos are trying to learn about the outside world!
Katie M:
Networks of TiVos, talking to each other, building on their owners' preferences, learning about wombats and the sinking of the Bismarck...
...so what are they going to do when they take over the world? What does a super-intelligent network of TiVos really want?
amych
They're like BillyTiVos!
"What does a super-intelligent network of TiVos really want?"
I'm thinking, digital echidna skull.
aurelia, in Natter:
I just read an article about a book called "What It Feels Like" which has articles about being struck by lightning, attacked by killer bees, etc. There is an entry from a man with Tourette's whose words are monkey, butter and toast.
He says he gets good feedback. He'll yell, "Monkey!" and people will be, like, "Monkey!" right back. It's just one of those words people like to say.
I immediately thought about what the Buffista response would be.
Tourette's guy: Monkey!
billytea: Echidna!
Madrigal: Capybara!
This could probably continue for a while, possibly including "WereMonkeyGus!" but inevitably ending with "Porn!"
Phill, in Natter, trying to balance out the sad news about Robert Plamer and George Plimpton -
BUT on a totaly different note: It's Johnny Appleseed's birthday. And, no, it's not just a publicity stunt dreamed up by the sharks over at the Aplle Board, the same jokers who brought you the "Fuck Pears!" campaign.
The fabulous Phill in Natter, getting me in trouble with my boss:
You know what I love?
Crack. I mean it, a nice big rock that just smokes up so smooth. mmmMMMM