From Bureaucracy:
Aimeé
Seekrit Canadian Cabal!!!
Sue
Adding extra u's to tou wourds.
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From Bureaucracy:
Aimeé
Seekrit Canadian Cabal!!!
Sue
Adding extra u's to tou wourds.
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!
eta: Pfft. I got no brain cells.
Allyson in Minearverse:
I'm over my bitter breakup with Buffy and this is my first big crush since then, where I'm having those silly fantasies about kissing the new new crush in a movie theatre and wondering what our babies will look like. The OC, Wonderfalls, Rescue Me, were all earth-shattering one-night-stands along the way and I'm grateful for them, (notice I didn't mention Firefly, which I now realize was an unhealthy abusive relationship with a pretty boy with a pinup girl tattoo on his shoulder and six pack abs who smacked me around and then bought me flowers), but this baby is I think twu wuv. I'm shaving my legs for it, and popping Certs in case it decides to kiss me and feel me up.
Either this is an apt metaphor, or a sign that I should start dating again.
We need to put this up as our new header, IJS.
Second. Ijs, too.