Matt the Bruins Fan in F2F, on the unrealism of Expedia (and by the way, what holds for Boston holds for San Francisco, as well):
I just got a message from expedia offering to help me plan hotel stays and car rentals while I'm travelling to Boston. here's my reply to their feedback address:
I appreciate the offer of help planning other aspects of my trip to Boston, but the situation is already well in hand.
I would like to comment that encouraging people to rent cars in Boston is likely to end in tears when uninformed visitors find out that only the criminally insane drive in that city. I think they would be far better served if you informed them about the excellent public transportation system and the proximity of recommended hotels to subway, trolley, and train stops. That way they'll have a more enjoyable experience, and live to travel via expedia again another day.
Ginger:
Boston, where it's legal to pass in the emergency lane; where people pass you on the right in your same lane; and where people sit at red lights with one foot on the accelerator and one foot on the brake.
Matt the Bruins fan:
And we haven't even mentioned the physical reality of the streets themselves, which are so convoluted that taking a side street to flee the presence of any individual psychotic driver stands better than even odds of curving around and dumping you right back in front of them. My first trip there, I went through so many odd-geometry turns and blind alleys on my way to the Old North Church that I wouldn't have been surprised to arrive just in time to see Paul Revere completing his ride.
Ginger:
And Paul Revere would have been passing you on the right.
Trudy beat me to it, damnit; I was just coming in to COMM that.
Daniel C. Jensen , memorializing the end of the Deathmatches and the winding down of the Buffy Quotables thread:
Alas, poor Buffy quotes! I knew it, Buffistas: a place
of infinite lines, of most excellent contest: it hath
borne me through rerun hell for umpteen times; and now,
how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those quips that I have dissed I know
not how oft. Where be your Giles now? your
Willows? your songs? your flashes of brilliance,
that were wont to set the phoenix on a roar? Not one
quote now, to mock your own ending? quite dejected?
Now get you to buraucracy, and tell them, let
them post an inch thick, to this ending we must
come; make them laugh at that.
Vandalisimo in the Mineaverse:
I'm off to drown my sorrows. I can do some drowning for the rest of you, too. Believe me, by the end of the night I'll have people toasting "To Tim!" and "Fuck Fox!". They may not know why they're doing it, but damn it, they'll be doing it anyway.
Leather pants are on, by the way. In honor of Angelus. Or...Dick Cheney? Either way, I'm feeling evil and spicey.
Tim Minear:
Tomorrow morning I'm gonna sit down and figure out exactly what Fox needs in terms of what's missing from their scripted programming. No joke. I'll approach it scientifically and specifically. I'll create the hit pilot with franchise legs that will allow them to build big in the scripted area in such a way that they'll be able to relax a little and nurture slower building shows. Something that would give them some stability. That's what I'll create.
Then I'll sell it ABC.
Typo Boy's tag:
SNAFU - Situation Normal, All Foxed Up
Cashmere:
I'm sick of seeing media blitz advertising for Who Wants to Survive Being Married to My Big, Fat, Ambiguously Gay Father Who Might Be a Millionaire. I'm done. Networks have killed my hopes for the last fucking time.
Allyson: Never wrap your dog in cheese.
