Cause you are considering going burgandy?
Sir? I'd like you to take the helm, please. I need this man to tear all my clothes off.
Zoe ,'Serenity'
Natter Area 51: The Truthiness Is in Here
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.
sarameg - Apr 11, 2007 5:27:35 pm PDT #1969 of 10001
§ ita § - Apr 11, 2007 5:27:54 pm PDT #1970 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Oh, not done yet.
If I were 17, I'd totally wear this dress and a non-revealing bra and boy shorts. Why the hell not?
Jessica - Apr 11, 2007 5:28:12 pm PDT #1971 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Depends on the dye, and how bright you want the color to be.
With semi-permanents, I find bleaching necessary. (I haven't pre-bleached since I got pregnant, and the blue lasts about a week before it needs touching up. In practice, this means my hair has looked like crap for the past 7 months. Dear lord do I ever need a haircut. But I digress.) Most permanent dyes have peroxide lighteners built into the formula.
Kat - Apr 11, 2007 5:28:53 pm PDT #1972 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Cause you are considering going maroon?
And to reiterate.... maroon not moron.
eta this post number = year I was born!
sarameg - Apr 11, 2007 5:30:28 pm PDT #1973 of 10001
Kat, vicodin. Now, missy. Then deal with the remaining strips after it has kicked in. Or have someone else deal if your coordination is compromised. Seriously.
sarameg - Apr 11, 2007 5:31:36 pm PDT #1974 of 10001
HEY I EDITED because my brain sucks, ok?!!!? I'd never call ita a maroon or a moron. Please.
Daisy Jane - Apr 11, 2007 5:34:23 pm PDT #1975 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I just discovered that my TiVo did not record Friday Night Lights.
You want one of us should figure out how to get it to you?
I don't come at the show from ever hating football. I don't think I can imagine a world where getting down the field and over the line doesn't matter. But, that's sort of our thing. I was talking to K tonight, and her boyfriend asked why she roots for LSU when she went to SMU. The question actually struck her dumb. What else would you do but root for that team? Like the Saints. Sure, they've sucked. They've broken my heart, but I'll be right back there next year with my fleur-de-lis, screaming my ass off.
However, it's not the football that grabs me. I yell like a fool who doesn't know it's scripted at the games, but it's the people. It's my people being portrayed like they're not one-dimensional. The cheerleader, the vixen, the quarterback, they are actual people.
Usually, I'm seeing people who say oil "awl" and on "own" as if we're all simple minded freaks. But, I got to see us fighting against expectations and social norms and being human. I'd like that to not go away.
Jesse - Apr 11, 2007 5:34:37 pm PDT #1976 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Kat, can you do oil or something on the tape at all?
Lee - Apr 11, 2007 5:38:28 pm PDT #1977 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Even the thought of the surgical tape removal makes me cringe. Me=big old wuss.
I stopped at TJs on the way home, and bought Mango Chili Vinegar, which the sign told me made a good marinade. I figured it would either be the best thing ever, or so gross I never got over the taste.
Either way, new Natter stuff.
Kat - Apr 11, 2007 5:39:34 pm PDT #1978 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Or have someone else deal if your coordination is compromised.
Um. No. Given where the incision is.
Kat, can you do oil or something on the tape at all?
I could but that is equally fraught and scary. What I did this morning was stand in the nice warm shower and then rip them. It wasn't so bad except for the stabby agonizing pain the subsequent dull pain that has been haunting me since.
Even the thought of the surgical tape removal makes me cringe. Me=big old wuss.
Me too!