Okay, someone had to capture all this for posterity. In Natter:
tommyrot:
Astronaut power walk: [link]
Except there shouldn't be waving in a power walk. And maybe they should have swords.
-t:
Astronauts should not have swords. Not with fabric pressure suits.
tommyrot:
That's why the exterior of the suits should be chainmail. But it'd be some high-tech chainmail, made of titanium or carbon fiber.
Jessica:
Astronauts should not have swords. Not with fabric pressure suits.
I think I missed something, unless someone's having a Rennaisance-themed wedding in space, in which case I heartily approve and demand to be invited.
-t:
Swords for astronauts, titanium chainmail for all!
tommyrot:
If I get married, I want to have a Rennaisance-themed wedding on Mars. I'll dress up like Ming the Merciless.
JohnSweden:
That's one expensive wedding party, even without the multi-billions for the space travel.
Titanium costs big. Even stainless steel welded or riveted chainmail is very expensive these days (time-consuming for the crafter).
-t:
I think once you accept the premise of a Renaissance themed wedding on Mars, cost had better be no object.
JohnSweden:
Fair enough.
To haul out the pedant for a moment, unless the people from the Renaissance are having an "Olden Tymes" party, chainmail is pretty much gone from the armoury by then, depending on where you are and when. Transitional plate and full plate has replaced chainmail almost everywhere by that time (depending on how you define Renaissance and where/when you are). Both would still be reasonably effective at protecting an astronaut suit from swords, to bring the discussion back to the purposeful and sensible origins.
-t:
Well, to be fair, the chainmail requirement came before the Renaissance theme. But I'll leave it up to tommyrot which is more important. It's his big day on Mars, after all.
tommyrot:
Damn straight!
Also, ice on Mars will need to be melted, or else water brought from Earth, so my sweetheart and I can honnymoon in a nice cottage on the shores of a Martian ocean... We'll sail there in a gondola pulled by a genetically-engineered dragon.
Kathy A. in Literary, context be damned:
Great. Now I'm picturing Michael Landon calling "Half Pint!" and Prince running across the prairie with pigtails. I hate my brain.
In Minearverse:
Allyson:
I'm watching because this is the one where Adam Baldwin reveals the tattoo of Bill Clinton on his left asscheek.
amych:
What? Not his right asscheek?
Kalshane:
It's Clinton. He's always on the left.
(cont...)
It's Clinton. He's always on the left.
joe boucher:
Only according to conservatives. He's a committed centrist, which means that proper tattoo location would confirm what his detractors have always thought: Clinton's an...
Topic!Cindy:
avel
and not just because it's about my busom
Vortex: if the future Mr. Vortex (wherever the hell he is) has a family or cultural tradition of a money dance, I'll be uncomfortable with it, but I'll do it. I might draw the line at the pinning of money, though. How about a nice basket?
Steph L.: Can we just stuff it down the bosom of your dress?
David S: I might have to dive in and find some change.
Steph L: Suggestion to Vortex: leave Hec off the guest list....
DavidS: She better cross ND off first if that's her criteria.
Steph L.: I figured that was a foregone conclusion.
Actually, perhaps *all* Buffistas should be barred from the Vortex Nuptual Hootenanny.
Ita: Wouldn't that be more properly the Vortex Nuptual Hooternanny?
Aimee: Hootermammaries?
DavidS.: Hooter Nanny.
Hmmm.
Boob Caddy.
John Sweden:
Actually, perhaps *all* Buffistas should be barred from the Vortex Nuptual Hootenanny.
We're talking about the same Vortex, right? I mean, wouldn't there be a ceremonial Squishy receiving line? How would the guests get their glitter applied otherwise?
Topic!Cindy "Coffee On My Monitor" Jul 13, 2005 8:24:27 am PDT
FTR it should be noted that this is originally a line from
The Young Ones
Fay, in
Bitches, on driving in Egypt:
God is responsible for your safety. You are not. (This includes the safety of your children. By all means, chat on the phone while overtaking a large truck and bouncing your infant son on your lap, neither of you wearing seatbelts. God will be your airbag. Beeping will amuse your infant son.)
For some reason,
Jesse
cracks me up:
I'm still shocked every time I see a tattoo parlor in MA. In my day, we kept that kind of sinning in New Hampshire, where it belongs!
In Bitches, re: Walt Whitman poetry:
libkitty: Nice. Whitman is the best.
Frankenbuddha: I love his samplers.
