In Minearverse:
Allyson: Avenge me if I turn up in a dumpster.
Narrator: Any particular form you want the avengement to take? Curses? Beheadings? Having a show on Friday night on Fox?
And boys -- let's watch the swearing.
Mayor ,'Chosen'
Coffee On My Monitor
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amych - Oct 27, 2004 9:11:54 am PDT #6826 of 10000
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Pix - Oct 27, 2004 9:53:15 am PDT #6827 of 10000
The status is NOT quo.
Because it might be prophecy...
Matt the Bruins Fan:
So Red Sox fans, what happens if the team wins the whole shebang during a total lunar eclipse in this next game and breaks the curse? Does Babe Ruth come shambling out of The Gates of Heaven Cemetery in Kensico New York, hungry for the brains of Sox star players and a bottle of Sam Adams?
Hec:
On top of all that, I should point out this is the 100th World Series. So, yeah, maybe an ascension could occur. My money's on Bud Selig.
Aims - Oct 27, 2004 10:38:38 am PDT #6828 of 10000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
shrift in Natter:
Every time a fan goes off her rails, a kerfuffle gets its wings.
juliana - Oct 27, 2004 11:17:35 am PDT #6829 of 10000
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
In Natter, a nice little convergence:
Betsy:
A Reuters headline that is a warning to us all:
Day from Hell May Have Killed Off Dinosaurs
I've had days like that.
Sean
We're getting HAILED on down here in Hollywood.
Sean K - Oct 27, 2004 11:24:33 am PDT #6830 of 10000
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Lovely juxtaposition of posts.
Gus - Oct 27, 2004 1:26:12 pm PDT #6831 of 10000
Bag the crypto. Say what is on your mind.
The erikaj & SeanK show, Natter
Secret Service: Yes, I want to speak to God, AKA The Creator, AKA The Supreme Being, AKA...well, there are a lot of aliases.
"So, Jehovah, huh? What kind of name is that? You Arabic?
Polter-Cow - Oct 27, 2004 1:45:54 pm PDT #6832 of 10000
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
This is like the fourteenth time I've COMMed ita.
In Natter, on Ashlee Simpson's acid reflux:
She should become the acid reflux spokesperson, like Halle is for diabetes and T-Boz for sickle cell anæmia.
Wait, maybe you have to be black to be a diseased spokesmodel.
beathen - Oct 27, 2004 5:51:35 pm PDT #6833 of 10000
Sure I went over to the Dark Side, but just to pick up a few things.
deborah grabian in Bitches:
Mono is about as much fun as having sex in an Iron Maiden.
Ginger - Oct 28, 2004 10:48:27 am PDT #6834 of 10000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Juliana in F2F (context be damned):
I'm going as Desire, which should help cut down the packing.
Trudy Booth - Oct 28, 2004 11:06:19 am PDT #6835 of 10000
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Dweebs on Parade
Rick V.: One year in graduate school I bought balloons in the standard colors used to illustrate carbon, hydrogen, etc. and attached them to my body in a particular pattern, going to the party as a serotonin molecule. At one point a group of neuroscientists posing as enzymes came over and popped particular balloons with pins, metabolizing me into 5-hydroxy-indoleacetic acid. For the rest of the night when people asked what I was supposed to be, I had to say "Uh, I came as an obscure metabolite of serotonin."
The next year I got an empty bicycle box, painted it, cut a hole at one end for my head, and went as Rorschach Card # III. I got less trouble from the neuroscientists that year, but I had to put up with behaviorists ridiculing my validity all night.
Polter-Cow: Oh my God. That is the best story ever.