I would probably say all that with added "I don't like that it wasn't gossipy!"
Reavers ain't men. Or they forgot how to be. Now they're just nothing. They got out to the edge of the galaxy, to that place of nothing, and that's what they became.
Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
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.
Daisy Jane - Oct 18, 2007 1:06:32 pm PDT #7381 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Susan W. - Oct 18, 2007 1:15:59 pm PDT #7382 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
We're having a bit of a windstorm today. I knew it was predicted and realized it must've arrived here at the Big Hellmouthy Hospital on the Hill despite the windowless state of my office because the power is sort of blinking to dim off and on.
I just ran an errand that took me through the main hallway connecting the eastern and western entrances of the building. There's a breeze in the hallway. And it's not like the doors are all that close together or are standing open or anything. They're not even on the same level, what with being built on a hillside and all.
As I typed this, we got a call from a staffer saying they're talking about closing the floating bridges and the West Seattle Bridge. Here's hoping they can't close the Ship Canal Bridge, because my bus home is an express that doesn't even start running for another half hour....
Susan W. - Oct 18, 2007 1:27:38 pm PDT #7383 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
OK, I can now hear the wind blowing from my office. With the door closed. My windowless inner office, with a hallway and another bank of offices between it and the exterior of the building on all sides.
This is weird.
tommyrot - Oct 18, 2007 1:33:01 pm PDT #7384 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.
Someone tell vw to lock up Toto.
Susan W. - Oct 18, 2007 1:37:55 pm PDT #7385 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
OK, off to catch the bus. DH says the wind isn't as freaksome where he is a couple of miles north and maybe a couple hundred feet closer to sea level.
Wish me luck not getting blown away! And wish us no power outages!
Nutty - Oct 18, 2007 1:46:15 pm PDT #7386 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
It’s about making everyone collaborators with the culture of death.”
The weird part is how directly backwards this is from, you know, every public health authority in the galaxy. I want to say that "culture of death" (or anyway something of death) was literally the phrase used, back when AIDS was new to the public consciousness and people were just learning to talk about condoms. Like, when you've lived through the 80s, how can you possibly think that condoms are a bad thing??
tommyrot - Oct 18, 2007 2:08:02 pm PDT #7387 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.
§ ita § - Oct 18, 2007 2:10:38 pm PDT #7388 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Cleavage is so not the problem with that dress.
aurelia - Oct 18, 2007 2:10:56 pm PDT #7389 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
I just went out to grab some dinner and noticed big patches of blue sky peeking through the very gray clouds. As I stepped out from under the awning the bottom dropped out, complete with hail. I came back in to grab my umbrella and by the time I got back out it had stopped.
tommyrot - Oct 18, 2007 2:11:13 pm PDT #7390 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.
Cleavage is so not the problem with that dress.
Yeah. I sorta' assumed they just used the wrong word....