That is so cool, GC!
Illyria: We cling to what is gone. Is there anything in this life but grief? Wesley: There's love. There's hope...for some. There's hope that you'll find something worthy...that your life will lead you to some joy...that after everything...you can still be surprised. Illyria: Is that enough? Is that enough to live on?
'Shells'
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.
lisah - Sep 25, 2007 6:21:09 am PDT #2799 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate
Gudanov - Sep 25, 2007 6:22:02 am PDT #2800 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping
She sounds great!
brenda m - Sep 25, 2007 6:36:09 am PDT #2801 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
Okay, so my grandfather was in the Navy, not the Army, and it was during WWII, but my dad's not sure what else he remembers about it (he was born in '39, so pretty young). Very interesting. I'll have to push him to think about it more.
tommyrot - Sep 25, 2007 6:37:08 am PDT #2802 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.
Gillette ad from the Great Depression:
“I didn’t get the job”
HE’D counted on landing the job—but he missed out. Again he’ll have to “stall” the landlord, the grocer and all the rest. One thing stood between him and a weekly pay check. His wife is somewhat reluctant to tell him. He doesn’t realize that a fresh, close shave is important in getting and holding a job.
Bummer.
§ ita § - Sep 25, 2007 6:39:45 am PDT #2803 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I have an aunt named Gillette.
We don't call her that.
t /random
Ugh. Why do I need a job again?
Gudanov - Sep 25, 2007 6:41:03 am PDT #2804 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping
Ugh. Why do I need a job again?
I blame the media.
tommyrot - Sep 25, 2007 6:44:17 am PDT #2805 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.
I blame The Man.
§ ita § - Sep 25, 2007 6:48:50 am PDT #2806 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Yeah! The Man is holding me...
Wait. I got distracted.
shrift - Sep 25, 2007 6:49:37 am PDT #2807 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I'm supposed to go to a play tonight. Mostly I just want to put on my pajamas and nap and then watch The Daily Show.
DavidS - Sep 25, 2007 6:53:02 am PDT #2808 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
My Uncle Noel (my dad's brother) served in the Navy in the Pacific and saw action.
His ships was shot up badly and wasn't battle-worthy, and barely seaworthy. They limped back to San Diego and their commander was so gung ho he took the ship back out before it was completely repaired.
Half the crew went AWOL since they knew the ship wouldn't survive in battle, and indeed, it was sunk with all hands. My Uncle was one of the ones who went AWOL. Having uniform he bummed around by going from base to base. Finally an officer recognized him, told him to turn himself in because they'd go easy on him considering the circumstances. He did, spent six months in the brig during which time he learned how to be a radio operator. Then he was a radio operator in the Navy on submarines for the next 23 years.
My grandfather was drafted into the Seebees towards the end of the war. He was in his forties.
My dad tried to enlist in the Marines when he was sixteen, but they wouldn't take him. He joined the Air Force out of high school and worked as a medic and physical therapist in the hospital, treating vets coming back from Korea. My mom was a WAF and nurse's aid and met him there.
One of my uncles on my mom's side died during WWII. He fell off the back of a truck and cracked his head. Surprisingly a fairly large number of military fatalities are from just such stupid accidents.