River: I didn't think you'd come for me. Simon: Well, you're a dummy.

'Serenity'


Natter 54: Right here, dammit.  

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.


Jesse - Sep 17, 2007 3:49:23 pm PDT #1207 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

That's my cousin's name! And yep, not short for anything. Actually, I know a lot of people my age with nickname-sounding full names -- Carrie is maybe the most obvious, but also Molly. Not to mention Jesse.


bon bon - Sep 17, 2007 3:52:00 pm PDT #1208 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

If it helps at all, I was just taunting a (boy) cow-orker with your name that he had a girly spelling, now that the more common boy-variant spelling has joined the team.

Unless you mean the other homonym, in which case I got nothing.

I think both spellings are boy spellings. There are just so many more boys.

The weird thing is the colleague whose husband has the homonymous spelling-- yet she feels the need to clarify which one she is talking about over email (him or me). Again, they're different names over email! But I guess it's a mental thing. People don't see the spelling of the name, they immediately jump to the sound.


Liese S. - Sep 17, 2007 4:08:43 pm PDT #1209 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Oh, no, poor flamingo! Okay, stuck in a crate in a turnstile. I was having this really upsetting flamingo turnstile visual. But it probably wasn't any fun for the flamingo. I think I'm overreacting to this. I'm pretty sure I must have a latent turnstile phobia.

Nobody ever misspells my name. (eta: although evidently I misspell "ever.")They just think they're going to. But no, my name is spelled just like it sounds. They're always right when they try it. Now, back when I had a mostly Japanese name? It was as if it were a terrifying conglomeration of syllables that no reasonable person should be forced to encounter.


billytea - Sep 17, 2007 4:16:00 pm PDT #1210 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

The television show Entertainment Tonight was reporting on its Web site Monday that it has several reliable sources who say the FBI and Los Angeles police are investigating legitimate leads of a contract hit on Kevin Federline's life.

Have they questioned Chris Crocker yet?


§ ita § - Sep 17, 2007 4:30:25 pm PDT #1211 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I passed a guy dressed like this at a bus stop on my way to my car, and he stared at me. Him! At me! He totally started it.


Jesse - Sep 17, 2007 4:36:46 pm PDT #1212 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I apologize in advance to that guy, but I'm totally getting Coming to America from that.


msbelle - Sep 17, 2007 4:38:28 pm PDT #1213 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

All the Masai on the Eastern Seaboard are now preparing to hunt you down Jesse. They KILL LIONS! WITHOUT GUNS! and you went and called them Eddie Murphy.


Daisy Jane - Sep 17, 2007 4:39:37 pm PDT #1214 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

K-ville: I was hoping they'd make something out of a guy from Cincy knowing what the neutral ground is. Because at first it made me cock an eyebrow.


Laga - Sep 17, 2007 4:39:41 pm PDT #1215 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

I have turnstile phobia! But just for the sort of turnstile that it sounds like this one exactly was. There was (and presumably still is) one on the way out of the Children's Zoo at Brookfield. When I was very small my sister told me that one time somebody tried to come in the wrong way as someone was going out and they kept pushing until... well you get the idea. My little-girl brain conjured a very vivid image that is the reason why I rush through these sorts of turnstiles even today.


Ginger - Sep 17, 2007 4:49:50 pm PDT #1216 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

There was (and presumably still is) one on the way out of the Children's Zoo at Brookfield.

Okay, that's weird. I got my arm caught in a turnstile at Brookfield Zoo when I was about 8. I haven't hurt myself everywhere in the country. Really.