Nilly
, in Natter, on unfriendly Microsoft programs:
It refuses to have a table of contents in Hebrew, no matter what I do.
Listen, do you hear? That is the sound of ultimate suffering. Movie character's heart made that sound when Big Bads slaughtered their fathers. The student who fights the Word program in Hebrew makes it now.
Polter-Cow,
reacting to the phrase "As long as it's a reasonable decision on the part of the studio executives":
I can actually see the words "reasonable decision" vehemently struggling to break free from the same sentence as "studio executives."
Betsy, I liked the later part of the ceramics discussion.
JZ, upon accidentally breaking a fancy bowl from Hec's first marriage:
drove it to its death with my silent resentment
Connie Neil:
silently the bowl dressed in its most formal robes, bowed to the spirits of bowls gone before, then took its place on the shelf, calm and resigned, awaiting the moment when its time on this plane would be ended ...
Daniel:
The humans were out of sight, but the bowl knew they could come back any minute. He must make it to the edge and save the kid. Or die trying...
ita:
Tell the platter I... I figured it out. And I'm okay. Give my love to my soup bowls. You have to take care of them now -- you have to take care of each other. You have to be strong. The hardest thing in this world is to bear food in it. Be brave. Serve. For me.
DXMachina:
Well, it was a gift, after all.
This clay... It's Wedgewood clay...
sumi:
Hec's Fancy Bowl.
It served a lot.
I love ceramics, but I have decided that when I buy them, I am buying a subscription, not a permanent object, and when a ceramic object I love finally gives up its structural integrity, it gives me the chance to find new ceramics. I have expressed this theory before but I never realized how "I married an axe murderer" it sounds until just now. Hmm.
My theory is that if you break a piece, it's jsut an excuse to buy another.
Signed,
Single, lives alone, has 30+ pottery bowls and just bought another tonight.
DX, quoting in Natter:
It was Ellen S.:
My boss had to call me to get my computer password to retrieve something from my hard drive, which would be fine except my password is 'spikelust'. Had to spell it out, then panicked and explained it was my German grandmother's maiden name (pronounced 'Spickle-oost').
Shortly thereafter, there were t-shirts.
In Minearverse, on seeing Maxim pics of the star of Tim's new show:
Daniel C. Jensen:Can she kill?
Tom Scola: You've seen Photo #4, right? [for reference: >[link]
KristinT: This proves to me she can wax, not that she can kill.
We can't forget "the butter churn of Osiris on eBay" line in the ceramic discussion above. That was the part that got me soda on my monitor.
I include myself only for context for the P-C funny:
Cass:
Rum = love. It's a fact.
Polter-Cow:
So that's why I woke up naked after eating that tiramisu...
Cass:
The tiramisu only said it loved you. It just wanted you shirtless...
KristinT:
The question is, was it smeared all over your body? Because if so, hint.
Polter-Cow:
Ladyfingers in new places!