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.
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.
Shrift in Natter. Apparently, she was bored:
It's only 10:30am and already I'm so painfully bored. But apparently not bored enough to read the e-mail the help desk guy keeps forwarding me, because apparently helping people does not fall under his purview as help desk guy.
Except it turns out I am that bored, and help desk guy doesn't know how to use the site he's technical support for, which no doubt explains why he's always passing stuff off on me.
Somewhere out there, some monkeys just finished typing King Lear.
