In Natter...

A Serial Posting Noise Design:

John Wayne Gacy

Huh, looks like I killed the thread...oops.

scrappy:

Killed the thread, buried it in your basement, then did a painting of a clown.

sarameg:

Seeing these baby soldiers makes me cry. Rode to Dallas with this baby girl (ok, she was 19) who had never been on a commercial aircraft before. She was flying home for 2 weeks before she had to ship out to Iraq. I had to reassure her about all the noises and bumps a prop jet makes. Aiieee.

erinaceous, in Natter:

My grandfather (a one-star USMC general) used to demand COMPLETE SILENCE in the house while watching MASH. He called it "holy hour." He later tried to invoke this rule for "The $60,000 Pyramid" too, but my grandmother put her foot down.

In Natter...

Allyson: [ He ] is sweet and juicy and messy like the pomegranate of love. He's not my boyfriend, though.

amych: Who needs a boyfriend when you've got a pomegranate?

In Music:

DavidS: In defense of Tiny Tim, he wasn't just a twee hippie novelty artist. He was an extremely knowledgeable music scholar about music from the 20s and 30s. He was just as capable of singing in a low, Bing-style croon as he was in the upper registers of his falsetto. He really knew that whole era of vaudeville tunes and early recordings and could faithfully reproduce the singing and playing styles of that era.

Jon B.: He was interviewed on WMBR in the late 80's, and was a walking encyclopedia of knowledge. He was also a nut.

Shawn: Let this be a lesson to you lot.

DavidS: Too late for me. Save yourself!

Cindy in Bitches:

A lot of little ones are morally offended and mortally wounded if you offer them water, though. They look at you like, "What is this shit, wet air?" And you think, "Yes. Yes it is. But it's good for you."

BillyT

So far so good, but the story becomes an after-school special when you realise that the lemurs are also getting high on the millipede secretions. They sit there with a blissed-out expression on their face, sometimes frothing at the mouth, and (best of all) sometimes a bunch of them get together and pass the millipede around like a doobie.

From which we can conclude two things:

1. Schools should be able to make biology way more interesting than they do; and

2. "Bogarting the Millipede" would be an excellent name for a rock band.

In Music:

victor: Thessaly and I, for some small time, had the best roommate ever. He paid his share of the rent, didn't make messes, was a genuine pleasure to be around and, on occasion, brought home Indian or Chinese food for everybody, just because. He's a wonderful, wonderful man and we love him dearly.

All of this is why we didn't throttle him for doing step-aerobics to ABBA every morning at 8 a.m.

tina f.: Can I tell you how many times I came home from school to find my mother vacuuming to ABBA in her aerobics outfits (I guess it was Step 1: Do aerobics Step 2: Vacuum. Though it might have just been Step 1: Put on leotard and vacuum to ABBA.).

But yeah - she fed me and loved me and had my back, so I forgave.

Steph L.: Morning. Stop. So very tired. Stop. Incompetent!Boss being complete asshat. Stop. Send caffeine. Stop.

juliana: run "OH caffeine delivery"

Ah, frell. I can't even fake programmer-speak anymore. I should go turn in my geek card.

Jess PMoon: Here you go, Steph. [this is a link which leads to a nice cup of java]

Steph L.: Nooooooooo! It's trapped in my monitor!!!!!

t runs for the sledgehammer, to free the coffee

MechaKrelboyne:

It's all about Geek Cred. I used to have a pocket protector, just for clarity's sake, but I lost it in a mosh pit.