Jacqueline Z:
I could kill people with my thumbs. If they were really tiny people.
I see your uhhhhhhhhhhh and raise you a gnyeh.
Buffy ,'Potential'
Coffee On My Monitor
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Michele T. - Sep 24, 2002 12:23:56 pm PDT #93 of 10000
with a gleam in my eye, and an almost airtight alibi
Susan W. - Sep 24, 2002 12:42:39 pm PDT #94 of 10000
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Miracleman, replying to criticism of Trek technobabble:
Big secret: Reversing the polarity on the tachyon emitter actually works.
Fixed my coffee-maker, anyway.
Rebecca Lizard - Sep 24, 2002 1:48:37 pm PDT #95 of 10000
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket
Nuh uh. Whole thing.
billytea: Big secret: Reversing the polarity on the tachyon emitter actually works. Fixed my coffee-maker, anyway.
Gud: No wonder you had to reverse the polarity. Your coffee-maker should have a tachyon receptor so that your coffee-maker remote control can use it's tachyon emitter to signal the coffee-maker to start making coffee an hour before you press the "Make Coffee" button.
Miracleman: You know what's fun? Not pressing the button out of spite.
Then the coffee-maker gets really whiny. You've just given it some sort of temporal uncertainty and it gets a headache.
Tom Scola: Did you know that every time you do that, you create an alternate universe?
A universe where everyone is evil, and wears leather...
Gud: Ah, the universe where the coffee was never made.
Miracleman: So, it would really be the alternate universe of grumpy with a caffeine deprivation headache?
Do they still get to grow the goatees?
ita: Only the women.
Miracleman: I can live with that.
Tom Scola: And all the men wear chainmail bras.
Dana: I can live with that.
Miracleman:That I don't know about.
I have sensitive nipples.
PMM: They'll toughen.
[edited mostly 'cause MM is more of a Mm these days]
Theodosia - Sep 24, 2002 2:05:21 pm PDT #96 of 10000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Nutty:
You haven't lived till you've watched repeated screaming arguments about how Starfuries maneuver. Or till you've participated in an argument about why Moya, who canonically cannot handle atmosphere for extended periods of time, is aerodynamic. This is the internet; if we did not nitpick inane irrelevancies, we would be shirking our duty.
Emily - Sep 24, 2002 2:06:07 pm PDT #97 of 10000
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
(RL, I think the original coffeemaker comment was MM, not billytea)
Meara, in a burst of pithy faux-tagging genius:
t wonders how to become such a famous whore she's a brand name.
t decides it would be too much effort
t /attempt at famous-making whore career
Miracleman - Sep 24, 2002 2:11:29 pm PDT #98 of 10000
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
(RL, I think the original coffeemaker comment was MM, not billytea)
Yes, it was.
§ ita § - Sep 24, 2002 2:18:18 pm PDT #99 of 10000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
PMM in Natter:
Soylent Green is People Who Don't Like Buffy.
Betsy HP - Sep 24, 2002 2:46:49 pm PDT #100 of 10000
If I only had a brain...
The ita above needs Kat's reply as well.
ita:
Just being alone with my exertion for 26 miles? I'd start punching the other runners just for something to do.
Kat:
But you aren't alone with exertion for the whole duration. There's also exertion's cousins Giddiness, Exhaustion, Pain, Misery, and Depression.
JZ - Sep 24, 2002 7:02:59 pm PDT #101 of 10000
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
MM on life in sunny, glorious Southern California:
Ah, what a lovely Los Angeles day.
I just stepped out for a cigarette. Not that I need to actually light the cigarette, as a deep breath provided me with all the smoke I needed from the nearby wildfire, making the air smell like charbroiled ass-hair.
Add to that the fact that it's hotter than Lucifer's nutsack on a black vinyl car seat and you find yourself with a wondrous and newfound love of nature.
Randy Newman was on crack.
Theodosia - Sep 25, 2002 5:18:00 am PDT #102 of 10000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
billytea, on accidental number w/h/o/r/i/n/g/ companioning:
hey, post 1000! I'd like to thank my parents, all those people who believed in me, and the decimal system, for making it all possible.