Buffy ,'Never Leave Me'
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From the same conversation in Natter, connie neil:
What I find interesting in Job is the fact that, far from being bound in hell, Satan's apparently wandering around footloose and fancy free and has right of entry to Heaven. And God, instead of saying, "Get away, you betrayer!" is making bar bets with the guy.
Frankenbuddha, in Natter:
And where are those confounded snakes?
On the plane! On the plane!
t /My Fair Lady
Also in Natter:
-t: ...where Mel Gibson was allegedly drinking before his arrest.
Kathy A: You mean it wasn't at Stephen Colbert's book club? He didn't beat his dad and Louis Farrakhan (and Stephen) in a drinking game of "Spot the Zionist Plot"? I'm disappointed.
I'm the unknown buffista.
t /paper bag over head
Hah! And now I have fixed things so -t is both unknown and CRAZY!
oh dear ... this image made me choke:
My city/region frequently makes me want to drink gin straight from the cat dish.
(Steph L. in Bitches)
Things aren't always as they seem, as noted in Bitches:
Emily: I keep hearing noises like someone on the other side of the wall is having rather meaningful sex, which is a bit odd.
Turns out it's the coffeemaker. Now that's disturbing.
Frankenbuddha: You know in nine months it's going to pop out a little toaster oven...
Polter-Cow: I have no interest in consuming the Fernet. I only like the effect it has on the women around me.
Sue:
[Quotes The Globe and Mail] The question is quite simple: Do we like short hair on women? And the answer is quite predictable: No, we do not. It seems masculine and practical and deliberately asexual. We like the conventionally feminine. Sorry. We can't help this. And there's no sense in lying about it.
[...]
Now, please send your hurt, indignant and offended emails to our editors: style@globeandmail.com. >[link]Cashmere:
Dear Editors of The Globe and Mail,
Do we like predictable, sexist columnists? No, we don't. It seems awfully lazy to take a personal preference, stick in a few hot-button gender issues and then toss off a few dazzling female celebrities who can manage to break the stereotype while staying in this asshole's spank bank.
I'd write more but I'm off to get a pixie cut at my stylist's.
Sincerely,
Me
Sean:
How can we possibly know that the rueben on dark rye with corned beef rather than pastrami, sauerkraut rather than coleslaw, and thousand island rather than Russian dressing, is the version that came first? We can't. It's ineffable. All we are left with then is one sandwich with many forms. How can we Earthly beings then say this sandwich is one of the forms, but this other is not? That is only for the One True Sandwich to know, if such a Rueben even exists.