ita:
Isn't Tim why we're all single?
Aurelia:
I wonder if my mother would accept this reason.
Allyson:
Maybe Tim could write you a note? It would be a very well-written note, with arcs and stuff.
Aimée:
But then she runs the risk of being dead at the end of it.
Wolfram:
Dear aurelia's mom,
Aurelia could be blissfully happy. But then I'd have to kill her. It's kind of what I do.
All the best.
T M
amych:
TB, you realize you're arguing political economy with a pack of ferrets bent on world domination, yes?
F.L.O. (Ferret Liberation Organization):
We're fixed. Leave us to our simple pleasures.
Ken Buddha:
Waves something shiny in the Ferrets direction. Tosses it in opposite direction.
Typo Boy:
Wait a minute. Don't distract the Ferrets from their plan for world domination. Right now, world domination by Ferrets looks like the lesser weasel.
Tim Minear:
Boy would I love to weigh in on all this. But never argue with a ferret. And in Hollywood, NEVER admit you're a Heyakian free market capitalist.
A twofer....
Madrigal compares superheroes:
Still, among the superheroes, it's always seemed to me that there was a mixture of intelligence levels and types of intelligence - among the X-Men Xavier and Beast were brilliant, but Wolverine's only chance at winning on Jeopardy would involve threatening the other contestant's lives and making Alex Trebek give him points in exchange for removing the lit cigar from his hand.
Anne W.:
I'm starting to wonder if certain publishing companies, movie, and/or television studios are taking the slashability of characters in mind when creating new characters or series.
Either that, or y'all have corrupted me to the point where I could probably watch the McLaughlin Group and spot the HoYay
In the Buffy thread, discussing scariness on BtVS in general, and HUSH in specific:
Jilli: See, I loved the Gentlemen and their straight-jacketed minions. I found them oddly endearing.
Hecubus: Yes, because in your perfect restaurant they would be the waiters and busboys respectively.
-t: I love my dead gay musical.
flea:
Gus, you are NOT allowed to visit Seamus this summer. With your track record, you'd definitely be infected with Ebola, and then shot.
In Minearverse, as the gender politics conversation perks up...
Kristen: I was referring to your breasts. And do you have to wear a bra every waking moment? Cause, to me, that is the very definition of perky. They point in the right direction without assistance.
Thomash: Hot dog, did I ever stop by at the right time.
In Minearverse, contextless:
Tim Minear: Wrod.
making me love him more and more...
Gus:
I know the feminine traits thing is over. I still need to say: It is all apophenia. People see patterns that do not exist. A fabulist needs to have a grasp on what will interact with the perceived patterns. Too far off pattern, without acknowledgment? No one will buy it.
There. I feel ever so much better.