Y'all have been very funny today:
Shrift:
He's a cute little Interior Decorator with an accent who dances and sings. He's an Interior Decorator who has yet to be named. Together, they fight crime! Fabulously!
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connie neil:
Any belief system whose pictures of heaven include the men wearing neckties does not have a lot of ground to stand on.
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Jesse:
I just like to say "Peter Principle."
John H.:
Be careful -- I hear if you say it five times quickly looking in the mirror Peter will appear and promote you to a job you suck at.
shrift in Firefly:
I'm trying to sit on my snark today. It doesn't seem to be working. I may have to borrow Vera.
Hey, you know what I want? Every time I need rescuing, be it literally or figuratively, I want a bigass ship to fly overhead and open its cargo bay doors to reveal a harnessed Jayne drawing a bead on whomever needs to leave me alone.
I think that would be nifty.
Heather:
Now singing Someone to Watch Over Me in my head with the Jayne visual.
edited for spoilers and attribution.
Holli, probably best to white-font that. Bits of it, anyway.
FayJay in Fanfiction:
Tyr - he's the jaw-droppingly beautiful man - I mean, head turning, rugby-tackle-him-reflexively- upon-first-sight-and-start-humping-his- unsuspecting-self-like-a-bitch-in-heat- before-you've-realised-that-you're-in-the- middle-of-a-cocktail-party-and-nobody-has- even-introduced-you-to-him-yet level of Beautiful? Yeah? (Although I suppose in those circumstances one could always beg cultural differences, and claim that in the UK it's called a CockTail party for a reason, and whoops, you mean this isn't an orgy, how dreadfully embarrassing, ho ho ho, could somebody possibly pass me an h'ors deuvre? And oh, look over there, a juggling elephant! - at which point you drag the man into the nearest possible closet with muttered offers of no-strings blowjobbage and get him naked as fast as humanly possible). 'Cause I don't watch Andromeda, but I happened across it this pm whilst frantically vaccuming the cat to avoid essay writing, and sweet weeping mother of God, he could make me give up girls entirely.
I don't understand how they ever get anything done on that ship, actually, because surely everyone's first thought upon waking must be: "Hmm, consciousness. Must go get Tyr naked and have hot monkey sex." Or possibly: "Hmm. consciousness. must go get Tyr naked and have hot monkey sex, and then punch the captain for being an irritating git." But apparently other stuff happens too?
[Some quotes are so transcendent they need to be COMMed more than once.]
The latest literary thoughts from
Natter:
Kathy Astrom:
Mmmmm, hot sweaty men with swords....
amych:
See, that's what I keep saying, only some people seem to think elves are better.
Dana:
Mmmmmm, hot sweaty men with elves....
Madrigal nonspoiler-y, in Buffy:
The scoobs have forgotten that it's the people on top that are the ones whom it is okay to kick, and to keep kicking until their skulls cave in and then you root through their pockets for money to buy Buffy DVD's. (Hmmm, maybe these violent shows are having an effect on me.)
DXMachina:
Also from the Amazon listing for David's book:
Customers who shopped for this item also wear:
- Clean Underwear from Amazon's Eddie Bauer Store
- Ladybug Rain Boots from Amazon's Nordstrom Store
- Suede Headwraps from Amazon's International Male Store
- Cheetah Print Slippers from Amazon's Old Navy Store
Alibelle:
That's quite the look.
