Madrigal in Natter:
Sarah Jessica Parker must have been seen blowing the wardrober's boyfriend while running over her dog. She's like the Guernica of clothes.
'Life of the Party'
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Madrigal in Natter:
Sarah Jessica Parker must have been seen blowing the wardrober's boyfriend while running over her dog. She's like the Guernica of clothes.
Matt, Angel thread, a bit spoilery (for Angel, to be completely clear):
Angel's new apartment apparently had its own moment of true happiness. I've seen Holiday Inn rooms with more soul.
Phill shares a coping mechanism, in Bitches:
I usually squat, keen then rub gravel into my hair. But my parents were a couple of those heretical Christians that lived on top of pillars in the desert flinging their lice at pilgrims. It was always weird having friends over for dinner.
Madrigal in Natter,
I've found if I start by mentioning book groups and activity clubs and other things like that which generate friendships, explaining the Buffistas is less difficult. Still, most don't understand that we don't just sit around saying things like, "I like Buffy." "Yes, I also enjoy watching the television show Buffy: the Vampire Slayer." "I am helping Buffy the vampire slayer retrieve her funds from Nigeria." "BUFFYBUFFYBUFFYBUFFY.....w00t!"
Emily in Natter 16 (I'm catching up. From the last two weeks.)
You know the real downside of working in science? The fact that people get jaded. They can speed past a sentence talking about mutant mice without even taking a moment to ponder huge French-speaking semipermeable mice with a tendency toward vaporization and cackling ominously. They just think, "Right, mutant mice. And?" And that's sad.
Nutty
The other thing with Angel/Lindsey is the whole Freudian symbolic level of interpretation. I mean, you know? YOU! You have severed my arm and thus symbolically castrated me, ending my agency! I must glower at but never fully retreat from you until such time as you grow into the phallic stage and acknowledge the pitfalls of masculinity, and thereby find in yourself the mercy to help me regain my lost hand/penis. And then? We make beautiful music together!
It's all about the Fassbinder.
Theodosia: This is the same Clark who spent three months being EVILE and yet didn't get laid, right?
Nutty: Well, but his boyfriend was marooned on a desert island. Clark was saving himself.
sumi: He was evil in the sense that he yelled at people and just wasn't very nice.
Emily: That's me on a good day. There goes my dream of superherodom.
Raquel in Beep Me (better without context:
Hi all - I'll be dark grey for a while, as I'm building a cemetary in my back yard
(Thanks DX-- I think I still need the pictures!)
Pssst! Sophia! It was Raquel...
Marvelous JZ on how the names we pick for ourselves may be more true than our birth names:
However, shrift's name is shrift. The other name is something shrift's parents latched onto for unknown reasons shortly after her birth (I've heard that childbearing is very tiring -- possibly they were just exhausted and confused, and if they'd only waited a few months until they were both rested and refreshed they'd have taken a good long look at their sprog and said, "Why of course she's shrift!")