Big Brother is watching us: [link]
Spike: We got a history, him and me. Fred: What? Spike: It was a long time ago. He was a young Watcher, fresh out of the academy when we crossed paths. It was a, what-you-call battle of wills and blood was spilled. Vendettas were sworn. It was a whole-- Fred: My God you're so full of crap. Spike: Yeah. Okay.
'Unleashed'
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.
shrift - Oct 01, 2007 8:47:09 am PDT #4217 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
§ ita § - Oct 01, 2007 8:47:47 am PDT #4218 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Catfish! I haven't had that in forever. Maybe since New Orleans.
Lunch today will be pizza leftovers, as long as my stomach complies.
Glamcookie - Oct 01, 2007 8:51:15 am PDT #4219 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
At the juvenile hall, which is mostly black and Latina/o, they ask for "urban books," which they mean to be about blacks/Latina/os/gangs/inner-city.
I had an early lunch of pizza leftovers. Lunch twinsies!
amych - Oct 01, 2007 8:58:20 am PDT #4220 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
"Urban books" (or for that matter TV shows) makes a whole lot more sense to me; there's a question of subject matter. It's the euphemismification into people that makes me @@. I always want to answer Sophia's example of "is he, you know, urban" with "Oh, no, not at all! He's a black dude from waythehellremotesuburb."
Daisy Jane - Oct 01, 2007 9:00:18 am PDT #4221 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Catfish! I haven't had that in forever. Maybe since New Orleans.
I need to go back to Louisiana for catfish. I don't eat that kind of seafood in Texas usually, and I haven't had it since my grandparents died.
There is a place up the street...I have tonight's shows DVRed...Perhaps I shall have cajun for dinner!
lisah - Oct 01, 2007 9:04:43 am PDT #4222 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate
My lunch inspires dinners. I feel rather accomplished!
I did my first organized bike ride yesterday morning and it was hard (lots of huge hills) but fun. I only did about 9 miles but they were pretty kick ass ones and I could have gone farther but i needed to get back to town.
And I had my first bike spill (as an adult)! I was happy to get it over with. I need to learn to look behind me and not turn my handle bars in the direction I'm looking, evidently. Anyway, I didn't break or twist anything or hit my (be-helmeted) head. I just have lots of scrapes and lovely bruises on my legs. Which will look AWESOME with my new raspberry dress!
Vortex - Oct 01, 2007 9:15:18 am PDT #4223 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
I only did about 9 miles but they were pretty kick ass ones and I could have gone farther but i needed to get back to town.
hey, when there's mileS involved, the word "only" doesn't exist. Go you!
erikaj - Oct 01, 2007 9:16:48 am PDT #4224 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Well, The Wire has black folks and is urban. But I would not place, say, FResh Prince in the same category as the Wire, even if, weirdly enough,they both have David Simons working on staff. And what about "Seinfeld" and "Sex and The City"? They are completely about city people doing city stuff.
JZ - Oct 01, 2007 9:18:02 am PDT #4225 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
After reading everyone's breakfast posts, I am now desperately craving cornmeal mush (and, completely irrationally, lox, which nobody here has mentioned at all).
Matilda's goose egg looks quite horrid. When she and I stopped at the 7-11 in Berkeley to get a quick cup of coffee, the 7-11 lady clucked her tongue and said, "Ice it, go put ice, all better." And then when my mom picked her up she clucked her tongue and said, "Didn't you ice it right away? You have to ice it!" I'm deeply ashamed. I feel like my years of acquaintance with ita and various other bruise-prone Buffistas have taught me nothing. Bad mama, no biscuit. Or lox.
Daisy Jane - Oct 01, 2007 9:23:05 am PDT #4226 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
For specific buffistas.
erika: Right now on our local NPR show, Think, they are discussing forensic science and criminal investigation. I'm pretty sure the shows are downloadable.
juliana: My friend Charlie's bar is carrying Fernet. The other night he made us a shot that translates from the Spanish as "stoned motherfucker" It's Fernet, tequila and Sambucca. Also, Mr. Jane and I toasted you if you felt a little warmer on Saturday night and didn't know why.