Now hold on, I'm gonna press the right pedal harder. I expect us to accelerate.

Anya ,'Showtime'


Natter 55: It's the 55th Natter  

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.


Sophia Brooks - Nov 09, 2007 9:36:53 am PST #1425 of 10001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here

Simple. I dated the devil. He talked me into coffee after the date, so I went back to his place with him. I thought he really meant coffee -- but, being the Prince of Darkness, he only had Sanka. So I bailed. But not until I sat on the uncomfortable couch in his living room. Springs and horsehair everywhere! Not pretty, people. Not pretty.

Erin Griggs?

F Mr. Clean, C Cap'n Crunch, M Quaker Oat guy.


Dana - Nov 09, 2007 9:37:52 am PST #1426 of 10001
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."

Mine is not Gud or Nutty.


Jesse - Nov 09, 2007 9:38:01 am PST #1427 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

That article about Hallelujah contains this awesome paragraph:

The most prominent example is Imogen Heap, someone who I, at least, had not heard of since a cassingle was mailed to me in 1998. But Heap's song "Hide and Seek" soundtracked the final moments of the OC's second season, the slot occupied a year before by a full rendition of Buckey's "Hallelujah." This pairing was so successful that, for the finale of season three, the final moments were accompanied, once again, by Heap, this time covering --and, to be clear, I am not shitting you--"Hallelujah." This is the point where the OC consumes itself whole, and it is a sickeningly gorgeous thing to watch.


Connie Neil - Nov 09, 2007 9:38:14 am PST #1428 of 10001
brillig

C Cap'n Crunch, M Quaker Oats Guy, F Mr. Clean

I like bald heads.


Aims - Nov 09, 2007 9:38:30 am PST #1429 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

"I'm a firm believer in the old adage "Spare the electric shock collar, spoil the child."

I'm skeered, but is it Joe?


tommyrot - Nov 09, 2007 9:38:35 am PST #1430 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.

F, C, M - Count Chocula, Capn Crunch, Quisp.


Dana - Nov 09, 2007 9:38:48 am PST #1431 of 10001
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."

Not Joe.


Nora Deirdre - Nov 09, 2007 9:39:31 am PST #1432 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

Mine is not Gud or Nutty.

is it Betsy HP?


Frankenbuddha - Nov 09, 2007 9:39:44 am PST #1433 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

Seriously. Who do you chuck?! F Cary Grant, I'm pretty sure, but I don't know who to M.

Henry Fonda wasn't a terribly good husband or father according to most of what I've read. Jimmy Stewart supposedly slept around a lot while he was single, but once he got married he was supposedly Mr. Monogamy. Of course they were bachelor roommates for a while in their early Hollywood days (though not in the Cary Grant/Randolph Scott sense of the concept) and lifelong friends (Jane Fonda has an oft-repeated story of seeing a drunk Jimmy Stewart dressed as Santa Claus trying to help decorate the Fonda Xmas tree on a step ladder and completely falling off the ladder and into the tree).


Sophia Brooks - Nov 09, 2007 9:39:53 am PST #1434 of 10001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here

I'm a firm believer in the old adage "Spare the electric shock collar, spoil the child."

NoiseDesign. or Madrigal?