Shrift, fighting the tech war in Natter:
Yes, exactly, and then spontaneously rebooting. I went over and asked the server software what was wrong. "Did something go boom?"
"No, I feel fine, really."
"Low blood sugar? Get dizzy and fall down?"
"Perfectly healthy, come to think of it."
"Eat some dodgy clams?"
"Not that I can recall."
"Then why'd you reboot?"
"Couldn't say."
t squint
"I'm on to you, you know."
"Take one more step closer to that server rack, and I will show you a whole new meaning for PAIN!"
Stupid server only won the subsequent stare-down because it paid off another server to act like a turtle having grand mal seizures.
ita:
I have a question for ... well, I dunno who. It was suggested that a tomboy was "a dream girlfriend" because she likes to do everything that the guy does. My reaction to that statement is "There's an outside chance you date chicks, but a much slimmer one that you hang out with other guys that do."
Elena, starting a new deathmatch:
And now we have the first Hellish Cup, wherein we set Dawn against herself and let her bleed and die. To 10.
And now we have the first Hellish Cup, wherein we set Dawn against herself and let her bleed and die. To 10.
Actually, it just occurred to me that we've already done Tara and Faith, so this is more Hellish Cup Round 3.
Madrigal in Natter:
"Fuck the vegetables, there ain't no cooking going on because the bible says Jesus phones for pizza."
Mmm, pizza. That sounds really good, actually.
Nilly, in Natter:
They became a real tribe, much like the Roman empirial family, with incest and murder and jealousy and pretty colorful feathers.
Talking about her family's pet birds.
Nilly gets snarky in Natter...
That is another quiz whose page wouldn't open for me and let me play. I'll settle for knowing me on my own, without the internet telling me how. Like people did when the dinosaurs walked the earth.
