JZ, on the bookstore where her Mom works, not that she's prejudiced or anything:
Marvelous local independent bookstore, the kind where you find yourself dropping $30 before you get five feet from the door and you don't even regret it because without the amazing book that just leapt into your hands your heart would shrivel and die and that is so worth a measly $40, well, okay, so it's three books and you're up to $45 because one is used and one is remaindered and when you get five books for a price like that it's almost like getting a book for free and okay, so you've spent $100 but you got an armload of books for that and they are so beautiful and so worth it and you just want to run home with them and fondle them, the preciouses. That kind of bookstore.
In
Natter 19...
Consuela:
Someone talk me out of volunteering to move to DC for a year if we land this project. Because I've done my time in the mid-Atlantic. I'm just feeling guilty because I'm probably the perfect person for the slot, I just don't want to move to DC for a year.
My life is more important than this job.
Repeat three times.
t sigh
Fred Pete:
Suela, before you move here, think. DC is a company town, and that company is the federal government. Don't like hearing about the day-by-day turf fighting within the government? Easily overloaded on election news? Iraq/Pentagon stories got you down?
Here, IT'S LOCAL NEWS! It's what people talk about every day because it's what we do for a living! YOU WOULD BE LIVING IN THE SAME CITY WITH YOUR LEAST FAVORITE POLITICAL FIGURES!
If that doesn't talk you out of it, I don't know what will.
Aimée:
The Minion SOng:
Minion, minion, please go home.
Don't be b e working,
please go home.
It's too late for you to work,
GO home and sllep
work doesn;t love you that much.
Sleep, the pay is not that good,
Jilli on the Buffistas love you more/
you are cool and very neat,
please minion don't be at worjk.
cont...
That, is by far, my worst filk ever. It's supposed to be to the tune of "Christmas Don;'t Be Late" by the Chipmunks.
Meara doesn;t know that song, but knew the tune and made out with random girl who was cute.
In Bitches:
Sean:
And now the truth comes out. ND, James Taylor and I had a weekend thing once. James had no complaints about the sizes of our manhoods at the time, the bastard...
Cindy:
Well sure, if you just put them together.
MechaKrelboyne, out of context in Firefly
'Now why don't you put down that plate of raw and steaming human flesh and have some nice strawberries instead, son?'
Emily in Bitches. I'm not giving context; the discussion leading up to it is too much for me this early. Go look if you need context.
The above drawing, for those who'd like to know before clicking, features da Vinci's drawing of a man with his insides showing engaged in copulation with... well, the breast through upper thigh of a woman. Apparently sperm comes down a channel from his brain, and there seems to be a tube of some kind connecting her nipple with some abdominal internal organ...
Wow. It's like Geiger, but not intentional.
In, of all places, Bureaucracy
Jesse: I've never read the books, but it seems pretty well obvious that Aragorn is who they mean when they say "return of the king." I mean, it's not Elvis, right?
Emily
Good start! Now propose a mechanism which would react in a similar way to the same stimulus (or, to help with the other class: given some group already proven to be smokin' hot, prove that there is some polynomial-time computable function f such that a person X fits into that group if and only if f(X) is a smart chick. This will prove that smart chicks are at least as smokin' hot as any other group of hotties, and that if any one of them is in the set P, P = HOT).
