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]
(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
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.
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.
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.
And another from the estimable Mr. billytea, this time in Buffy:
Joss has put down his copy of King Lear and is now taking his ideas from The Rules.
(It's only spoilery for the tone of the episode, and that in an elliptical way.)