Waah! I can't watch FNL until tomorrow, probably, because I have book club tonight. Woe is me.
By the way, the cupcakes? Came out great! Thank you all for the advice!
Wesley: And how does your kind define love? Demon: Same as all bodies. Same as everywheres. Love is sacrifice.
'The Girl in Question'
Natter Five-O: Book 'Em, Danno.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Consuela - Mar 28, 2007 3:13:32 pm PDT #9385 of 10001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
Daisy Jane - Mar 28, 2007 3:15:47 pm PDT #9386 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
You're in for a weep, adrenaline soaked treat! FNL cupcake!
Nutty - Mar 28, 2007 3:16:23 pm PDT #9387 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
thnks for the condolences, all. as theo says, 2 people at 1 company, different divisions, quite a few sacrificial lambs. i was busy fetching liquor and did not see whether we made the evening news. being kind of a local institution, i wld not be surprised if we were.
sorry for tyhe typing; cat is on the hand that has working fingers. tis a bit annoying.
love, archy
msbelle - Mar 28, 2007 3:51:59 pm PDT #9388 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
damn you cold medicine! CANNOT FALL ASLEEP! am oh so very tired. try try trying and FAILING to slumber.
§ ita § - Mar 28, 2007 3:53:19 pm PDT #9389 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I have to not slumber deeply because I have to teach in less than an hour. I could not slumber before now because my father was in the final few minutes of his stay with me.
I need to slumber because of the migraine, so I'm going to give it a shot anyway.
Daisy Jane - Mar 28, 2007 3:54:42 pm PDT #9390 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Sometimes I sing the duck song when I can't sleep. You know, "Five little ducks went out one day. Over the hills and far away. Mother duck said 'Quack quack quak quack' but only four little ducks came back." Except I start at 100 ducks, like Ezra intended. On my worst nights I don't remember getting past 60 something.
brenda m - Mar 28, 2007 3:55:44 pm PDT #9391 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
You know, "Five little ducks went out one day. Over the hills and far away. Mother duck said 'Quack quack quak quack' but only four little ducks came back."
And then you start crying and fall asleep from emotional exhaustion over the poor lost little ducklings?
Zenkitty - Mar 28, 2007 3:57:53 pm PDT #9392 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Damn, Nutty, you too? That does verily suck.
Daisy Jane, just reading the duck song is putting me to sleep. You were good in your movie, and also pretty.
- yawn*
Would you learned folks happen to know any Shakespearean (or earlier) slang terms for a gay or effeminate man?
tommyrot - Mar 28, 2007 3:58:20 pm PDT #9393 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Or maybe you think, "Gee, I wonder if hunters got the ducks? Mmmmm.... duck...."
Daisy Jane - Mar 28, 2007 3:58:50 pm PDT #9394 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Well, in the end you quack really loudly and all the little ducks come back. Clearly you have never seen the wonder that is Trout Fishing in America.