Hil R.:
We didn't have DARE in my school, but we did have Here's Looking At You 2000, a different program. In kindergarten through third grade or so, it was talks about how to say "no" and why addiction is bad. (Pretty much led all of us to believe that there were people out there handing out sheets of paper with little stars printed on them infused with drugs, and if we even touched it, we'd get addicted.) Also, the usual sort of stuff that induced any kid whose parents smoked cigarettes to go home and flush all the cigarettes down the toilet, and led all of us to insist that our parents couldn't drive after having one beer or one glass of wine with dinner.
There was also a parrot puppet named Miranda.
-t:
For the Rights or just coincidentally?
Hil R.:
I'm assuming coincidentally. Miranda was in the second grade program. I think in third grade we had a fox puppet, but we'd loved Miranda so much in second grade that none of us would pay any attention to the usurping fox, so he didn't get used too often.
In Boxed Set:
askye: There's a movie I know Jilli won't see -- Ice Spiders.
Jilli VoiceOfReason: ... the hell? Spiders made of ice? Giant prehistoric spiders trapped in icebergs, until Science! foolishly frees them? Spiders in a musical ice skating production?
I mean, you're right, I won't ever watch it, but I'm just trying to figure out what sort of plot a movie named Ice Spiders would have.
Natter:
tommyrot:
Good news: The universe keeps on expanding, creating more space.
Ginger:
Not fast enough.
in Natter, Matt the Bruins Fan, on the Gay Bomb:
“The Ohio Air Force lab proposed that a bomb be developed that contained a chemical that would cause enemy soliders to become gay, and to have their units break down because all their soldiers became irresistably attractive to one another,” Hammond said after reviwing the documents.
How can the Air Force scientists be unaware of the Navy's existence?
Zenkitty's final word of advice on moving:
Sleeping cats? Excellent packing material.
Daisy Jane in
Bitches:
It's like a puzzle. A puzzle with a bitch-slap at the end.
In
Bitches:
Sean: I suspect that in my old age, this toe will cause me nothing but constant pain.
tommyrot: When you're retired, your toe will probably sneak out and gamble away your Social Security check....
Sean: Won't be gone long, then...
Nattering...
ita:
(I'm imagining a Buffista style guide. What a lengthy and internally inconsistent thing that would be)
tommyrot:
Plus, random pictures of women in corsets. For no particular reason.
ita:
Well, they are a considerably less divisive topic than the Oxford comma.
amych:
Hell, they're a less divisive topic than the
name
of the serial Oxford Harvard godandaynrand comma.
