Debating in Bureaucracy:
Allyson:
What are we talking about and who should I agree with?
Aimée:
I've been reading all along and I honestly don't know the answer to that.
ita:
1. Doesn't matter
2. Me.
Good?
Good.
Perkins:
No, no, me. Sure, I haven't expressed an actual opinion, but I had cabana boys.
ita:
You can't get to the cabana boys without going through the penthouse.
Robin:
Yeah, but you gotta get by me with my lead pipe first.
ita:
I can teach you how to get by the lead pipe (unless you eat it -- there's no helping that sort of stupidity), if you're nice.
but I did all the googling myself
*sigh*
No matter how many times I see "google" as a verb, it's never NOT going to sound porny, is it?
From the music thread - Alicia K with the set up:
I dig their cover of "Beat on the Brat" because really, where else can you hear a Nobel Peace Prize nominee sing with such glee:
Beat on the brat
Beat on the brat
Beat on the brat with a baseball bat, oh yeah!
And Gandalfe with the follow through, so to speak:
You obviously don't spend a lot of time at Jimmy Carter's house . . . .
In Movies:
Jim:
Also Armageddon! You can't argue with Armageddon! .
Frankenbuddha:
That's it - Jim gets the Clockwork Orange treatment with the animal cracker scene on endless loop.
The wise Brenda M. in Natter:
Today I need to decide what I want for lunch before I go out. Yesterday I tried the "walk around until I figure out what I want" method, and it turned out what I wanted was two new pairs of shoes.
Topic!Cindy: My totem animal is roadkill.
tommyrot, in Natter:
The friend of my friend is my enemy.
Wait, that's not right.
So friend = 1 and enemy = -1.
That way, friend of a friend = friend² = 1 = friend.
Enemy of my enemy = enemy² = 1 = friend.
And enemy of my friend = -1 * 1 = -1 = enemy.
Weremonkey Threadkiller in Firefly--
Joss made the show for me. I can prove this.
It only appears on my own personal TV. Guerilla posters for the movie only occur in my own personal coffee stop. My imaginary Buffista internet respondents only occur on my own personal computer.
Quod frickin' erat demonstrandum.
Threadkiller was on a roll:
There was a guerilla FF poster (Mal, "Outlaw SF!") on the wall in my coffee stop this morning.
In the middle-of-no-fucking-where-Wisconsin.
I imagine an Amish kid with a secret bubble-jet printer sneaking out to the local caffeine-soaked pit of sin to pimp his secret vice. Go, Amish Kid! Get your sin on!
