In Procedurals:
ita: I love Christian Kane's hair. Can't explain why.
billytea: Location, location, location?
In bureaublahblah, discussing the next music thread name:
Hec:
4/4 does nothing for me.
Megan:
As someone who loves Power Pop, how can you say that?
Tom Scola:
If I were going to run for Governor of Illinois, I'd grow a twirly mustache, and put on a stove-pipe hat and a cape. I'd be a shoo-in.
The production of
Wicked
that Typo Boy saw is very different from the one that played in Melbourne:
Dream last night may be worth telling. New breed of dog called "The Bark" essentially a lung with fur and legs. Had to be fed through an IV. The American Kennel Club loved the breed cause it could only reproduce via cloning. So they finally had breed where the blood line could never be contaminated.
The rest of the dream is not worth narrating, involving trouble in OZ, no one believing Glinda when she claimed to be able to fix the Ruby Slippers, and Buffy, Rimmer and Gandhi machine gunning hordes of crazed zombie munchkins.
Buffy, Rimmer and Gandhi machine gunning hordes of crazed zombie munchkins.
That would obviously be the Gandhi that Buffy was doing her impression of for Ken.
That would obviously be the Gandhi that Buffy was doing her impression of for Ken.
That scene would have lost so much of its impact if she'd asked "Wanna see my impression of Rimmer?"
In Bitches:
vw bug: My snowflake cupcakes won't come out of the pan! Sad now!
Toddson: Can you wait until they melt?