Would you learned folks happen to know any Shakespearean (or earlier) slang terms for a gay or effeminate man?
Yorick?
(sorry)
Mal: Okay. She won't be winning any beauty contests anytime soon. But she is solid. Ship like this, be with ya 'til the day you die. Zoe: 'Cause it's a deathtrap.
'Out Of Gas'
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.
tommyrot - Mar 28, 2007 3:59:38 pm PDT #9395 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.
brenda m - Mar 28, 2007 4:00:24 pm PDT #9396 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
Well, in the end you quack really loudly and all the little ducks come back.
Sure they do, if you stay awake.
Cashmere - Mar 28, 2007 4:01:14 pm PDT #9397 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Zenkitty, from Wikipedia:
In Elizabethan slang, a Fantastic was a rake; an "effeminate fool" or "improvident young gallant".[citation needed] The character Lucio in Shakespeare's Measure for Measure is described in the Dramatis Personae as a Fantastic.
sarameg - Mar 28, 2007 4:01:19 pm PDT #9398 of 10001
I just make up stories. Elaborate, sometimes faux-autobiographical ones.
I usually crash before I get any satisfying conclusion. Either that, or, in my insomnia days, working myself into a hysterical why is this not my life?!!! state.
Which wasn't so useful.
I've been tetchy all evening. Well, all day. I know why, but it's really inconsequential in the large scheme of things. Basically, I've called everyone I can call...wait...I haven't! (gonna get offline!) checked the internets incessantly, dusted, mopped, smoked too much, drank more than is reasonable, rearranged shit....
Funny, how I can torture myself not opening gifts for weeks, but reality? Is basically pins and needles and fear.
Cashmere - Mar 28, 2007 4:02:49 pm PDT #9399 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Jesse - Mar 28, 2007 4:03:10 pm PDT #9400 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
The word "slumber" always makes me think of "Lift Thine Eyes" from Elijah, which is actually a nice going-to-sleep song. If you like that kind of thing.
Lee - Mar 28, 2007 4:04:01 pm PDT #9401 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I've called everyone I can call...wait...I haven't!
You didn't call me!
I can't decide if I want to clean, or drink wine, or clean and drink wine tonight.
Daisy Jane - Mar 28, 2007 4:06:15 pm PDT #9402 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Sure they do, if you stay awake.
Who knows how many baby ducks I've stranded!?! Thanks, brenda! Now I'll never get to sleep! (Except for this handy gin and tonic. How handy!)
sj - Mar 28, 2007 4:22:09 pm PDT #9403 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Tons of ~ma to Kat, Lori, Noah, and Grace. Welcome to the world, Noah and Grace!
Nutty and Theo, so sorry to hear about the layoffs. Best of luck finding new jobs to both of you.
Daisy Jane - Mar 28, 2007 4:23:56 pm PDT #9404 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Also, thanks Zenkitty. I've had too many gin and tonics to be polite apparently.