'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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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.
What show was it in reference to?
Tim Minear's new show, The Inside.
Wolfram, in Jossverse, referring to The Dark Knight Strikes Again
My 5 year old saw me reading it and recognized the emblem (she's a huge batman fan.) She couldn't understand that there was batman for kids, and then batman for grownups, and no, she couldn't read daddy's book. What is the appropriate age to shatter a child's heroes?
juliana: My mom sings all. the. time. It's like being in my own private Rogers & Hammerstein hell.
Lilty, in Bitches, on the so-moldy-it-can-walk bread in her kitchen:
It could be like my carrier pigeon, only, you know, bread. I wonder if it could go to work for me, too? I'll send it with a note.
Dear Place of Employment,
I am sending this moldy loaf of bread to serve in my place. I believe you will find it as, if not more, productive, useful, and charasmatic as myself. As you see, it also possesses abundant growth potential.
Sincerely, Lilty.
hayden in Movies:
Hey, gates to hell are notoriously finicky, especially when they're located in a charming 3/2 New England fixer-upper.