ita, in Buffy:
OUTCRY!!!
This was a test of the Emergency Outcry System. If this had been an actual outcry, you would have been alerted about where to turn for the ensuing kerfuffle. This concludes the test of the Emergency Outcry System.
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ita, in Buffy:
OUTCRY!!!
This was a test of the Emergency Outcry System. If this had been an actual outcry, you would have been alerted about where to turn for the ensuing kerfuffle. This concludes the test of the Emergency Outcry System.
In Firefly --
Matt: YOU PEOPLE are to blame for every rental car I've ever driven handling like Jethro's truck from The Beverly Hillbillies!
ita in Natter talking Batman:
We can start again from the beginning. What about the bit where he did the thing? And the way he looked when was doing the other thing?
Daniel C. Jensen in Bitches:
Basically he's three steps and an education from writing a manifesto.
In Natter:
billytea: Happy birthday Plei!
DXMachina: Happy Birthday, Plei!
Stephanie: Happy Birthday, Plei!!
Sophia Brooks: Happy Birthday Plei!!!
Sue: Happy Birthday Plei!!!
billytea: Send in the clones...
DXMachina: There ought to be clones...
Kristin in Bitches:
filk to the tune of "Darlin' Clementine"
Too much grading, too much grading,
Too much graaaaading, do I see,
Research papers that give me vapors,
And these exams are scaring me.
If I focus, if I focus,
if I fooooocus, it may be
that this grading will start fading
and be replaced by the tropical sea.
Oh why is it, oh why is it,
Oy why iiiiiiiis it, that these guys
Can't form a thesis that's not specious
Or at least not hard on the eyes?
If I finish, If I finish,
If I fiiiiiinish these today
I'll be woozy and likely boozey
No matter what those school rules say.
thus ends the procrastination of the moment
In Buffy&Angel :
Perkins: I'm watching School Hard.
I miss Spike.
Cass: I'm looking at linoleum.
I miss Spike, too.
From Natter
Emily:
My cat doesn't like tuna.
You know, I'm having some doubts as to this even being a cat. I'm starting to think "alien observer".
Cashmere:
could just be worried about mercury levels.
-t:
Is it dolphin-free?
Maybe he misses the piquant hint of dolphin.
tommyrot:
Years ago I read an article on the cat food industry industrial complex. Do you know what food cats prefer above all others? Cooked salmon.
Which is kinda weird, as before cats started hanging with us humans there probably wasn't much cooked salmon to be found, but there ya' go....
ita:
But now there is ... suspicious, isn't it?
I can hear the discussions now ("Fuck -- they've had fire forever! What's taking them so long?" "WHAT'S WITH THE COD??? DID I TELL YOU TO COOK COD???")
Where creative writing and acoustical engineering meet, in new and disturbing ways. A multi-party exchange from Great Write:
Erin - I'll give you feedback! I have feedback coming out of my bottom!
Steph L. - I think you can get a prescription to help with that.
connie neil - Moving the microphone away from the speaker should help, too.
Erin - BWAH! Getting some disturbing, yet funny, visuals to go with that...
deborah grabien - You move your Shure mic in, you move your Shure mic out, you move your Shure mic in, and you crank the feedback out...Yes. Definitely disturbing.
NoiseDesign - Would now be a good time to point out that in the industry a wireless transmitter plugged onto the bottom of a regular microphone, like a Shure SM57, is called a butt plug?
sarameg waxes lyrically about driving cars. In Natter.
When stuck in traffic, I often start pondering how utterly odd it is that I have instinctive reactions related to directing this giant metal box on wheels. I don't think about the funny dance with your feet for shifting, or how much I'm going to swerve with a 10 degree turn of the wheel at 10, 30 and 60 mph. I just know. (And have to jam my left foot under the seat when driving an auto.) Which is kinda cool and kinda aaiiieee humans and machines merging.
The other thing stuck in traffic makes me ponder is how utterly squishable we are and dude, I'm the soft filling in this metal creampuff and who ever thought squishables hurtling around at 50 mph inside a flimsy metal egg was a good idea?