Natter:
juliana: Today in the Olympics, the Buffista team will be going for the elusive and difficult quad x-post. Let's see if they can hit it....
Yes! YES! The Buffistas hit their mark, and have won the gold!! Buffistas win the gold!
On my seventh birthday, I wanted a toy fire truck, and I didn't get it, and you were real nice about it, and then the house next door burnt down, and then real firetrucks came, and for years I thought you set the fire for me. And if you did, you can tell me!
Xander ,'Same Time, Same Place'
Coffee On My Monitor
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Nilly - Aug 11, 2008 3:05:07 pm PDT #9815 of 10000
Swouncing
Trudy Booth - Aug 12, 2008 6:09:43 am PDT #9816 of 10000
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Nilly: There is now color in the sky. It is no longer black.
Alas, the night is over, and the work I was supposed to finish during it, not so much. Sigh.
What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and, um, the sun is the sun. Or something.
Toddson - Aug 12, 2008 10:02:09 am PDT #9817 of 10000
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
Ginger:
That's the real problem with the dogs playing poker paintings: Dogs have terrible poker faces.
Ailleann - Aug 12, 2008 10:26:33 am PDT #9818 of 10000
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
Steph in Natter:
How does one MISUSE "literally"? Its meaning is fairly clear, god DAMN. And yet you get sentences like, "My 4-year-old's birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese's was LITERALLY a massacre." Uh....REALLY? Because you seem fairly calm despite the slaughter of the innocents.
Cashmere - Aug 12, 2008 6:20:52 pm PDT #9819 of 10000
Now tagless for your comfort.
billytea in Natter:
Ok, that Miley Cyrus song. I quite like the music, it's all perky and determined. But I keep feeling the need to argue with the lyrics. "I've got my sights set on you, and I'm ready to aim." That is aiming! You're already aiming! Sheesh. And apparently she's worked out the guy wants to see her again, with no other clue to guide her than that he asked her out. Apparently her way of knowing when something is right is English comprehension. Gah. Makes me want to slap her. And her best friend Leslie.
Kat - Aug 13, 2008 4:17:13 am PDT #9820 of 10000
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Sue in Natter:
And why are the gymnastics uniforms so sparkly? It's an athletic competition, not a My Little Pony convention.
smonster - Aug 13, 2008 5:34:29 am PDT #9821 of 10000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Las Bitches habla espanol, sort of.
vw bug: El cerebro está a punto de estallar
Frankenbuddha: The brain is a pint of Stella Artoir?
Steph L: Mmm. El nom el nom el nom.
SailAweigh - Aug 13, 2008 6:20:57 am PDT #9822 of 10000
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
WindSparrow in Bitches:
After you see so many AFLAC commercials, any excuse for flaming duck is a good one.
Frankenbuddha - Aug 15, 2008 5:52:54 am PDT #9823 of 10000
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Calli in natter, after Kat had an incident with a tree and her car:
Those yard trees are getting vicious! I'm sorry they've turned on you, Kat. I hope you and your car weren't hurt too badly. Maybe you could leave a ream of paper next to the tree's trunk as a warning?
aurelia - Aug 15, 2008 6:42:34 am PDT #9824 of 10000
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
In Natter
tommyrot: So, I was just sitting in my chair, leaning back, when the chair just continued to lean further and further back. Sorta' like I was falling backwards, but a little slower than falling. It leaned all the way back (more than 90 degrees) until the headrest hit the floor.
Diagnosis: Metal fatigue led to the metal that holds the chair up to tear away, allowing the remaining metal to fold over....
Nilly: tom, so you didn't fall down or anything, right?
tommyrot: Nope. It was slow enough that I could reach over and try to stop it. Which didn't work anyway. So I ended up on the floor on my back, on top of a broken chair....
Nilly, is your computer treating you any better?
Nilly: Better than your chair, thanks for asking.