from boxed set. I'm just the setup, I swear.
IAmNotReallyASpring: I saw an ad for [Torchwood] last night and thought 'This is spun off from Doctor Who?' But there's
lesbian groping and jets of blood.
SA: It's DW's 'edgier' cousin.
IAmNotReallyASpring: The ads make it look unattractively edgy. Like 'Look how edgy we are. We're composed entirely of edges. We have no sides.'
From a discussion in
Bitches
about short hair
ChiKat
I love having short hair and will always have it. I have thin, fine hair that hangs in stringy limplessness if I have any length. But short? It looks like I have actual body in my hair.
juliana
As opposed to an actual body, for which long hair is much more useful for hiding.
It started simply, with a discussion of brains (which is simple for Natter)
juliana
And from Wikipedia, a much more prosiac entry:
Donovan's Brain
Donovan's Brain is a 1942 horror novel by Curt Siodmak. The story revolves around an attempt to keep alive the brain of millionaire megalomaniac W.H. Donovan after an otherwise fatal plane crash. Gradually, the increasingly evil brain develops telepathic abilities and becomes able to control the mind of Dr. Patrick Cory, the character who is keeping the brain alive.
The novel has been filmed on several occasions, most notably as The Lady and the Monster (1944) and Donovan's Brain (1953), the latter starring Nancy Reagan.
brenda m
Okay, now I'm scared.
tommyrot
Of Nancy Reagan?
Teppy
You're NOT?
Sue
in
Natter:
Did I mention I'm drunk? But isn't my typing god for a drunk person ? WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
People is funny today. (Edited to include quester's stunned response.)
ita:
I share my bed with my Powerbook, a stuffed moose, and my cellphone.
I could be more single, but the body pillow keeps falling off onto the floor.
quester:
I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that ita sleeps with a moose.
Nattering
flea:
I thought God made Cindy for the long rambly paragraphs of run-on sentences that change their minds mid-clause.
Jen
in Bitches:
Re: misunderstandings of Shakespeare, whenever I see one of Shakespeare's sonnets used in a wedding ceremony or other happy occasion, I want to weep. Because, well, NOT happy stuff. He (and I'll leave it to the reader to decide if the narrator of the series is Shakespeare himself or a fictional person) was in love with a young man and wrote 126 beautiful, scathing, sarcastic, bitter sonnets about how badly the young man screwed him over. And then he and the young man both took up with the same woman, about whom the narrator wrote 28 even more scathing and bitter sonnets; he was only attracted to her because she was promiscuous, he really did think she was ugly, and oh, by the way, she gave him a venereal disease.
So yeah. If you want to talk about gut-wrenching unrequited love or ugly ladies of the night with a bad case of the clap at your wedding, Shakespeare's sonnets are for you! Otherwise, not so much.
DebetEsse:
Screw your ongoing plotlines. I don't love you. I don't even like you. You irritate me, and there's no upside. The sex isn't even that good. In the time I spend on you, I could watch a movie a week. Even in 2/3 of the movies I chose blew a lot, it would still be better than you. And, anyway, I think I've got a good thing going on a couple other nights. Seriously, it's not me. It's you.