It's Christmas music time! I just realised I need to seek out "Do They Know It's Christmas?" on my iPod and get my 80s on.
Throw your arms around the world at Christmas time!
Mal: That's not what I saw. You like to tell me what really happened? Book: I surely would. And maybe someday I will.
'Safe'
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.
§ ita § - Nov 27, 2007 12:20:16 pm PST #4097 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Atropa - Nov 27, 2007 12:21:31 pm PST #4098 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
You realize that I'm now planning Cooger & Dark's New Pandemonium Shadow Show, only with more eyeliner and bosoms, and by "bound in service" we'll probably mean "stand around reading comics and looking pretty".
DUDE. I'm with you. I have spare top hats I can donate to the cause. So, Frankie is our version of the Illustrated Man?
Kathy A - Nov 27, 2007 12:27:09 pm PST #4099 of 10001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
I was listening to my boxed set of Simon & Garfunkel while driving home this weekend, and thought that someone should update "Seven O'Clock News/Silent Night."
Pix - Nov 27, 2007 12:27:51 pm PST #4100 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
I could design a Buffista Circus.Just what I need; circus noises coming out of Drew's studio. Thanks a lot, people! Though I guess that would be better than some of what I've heard from that room. Chainsaws and screaming got pretty old by October, and I'm really sick of Toy Story right about now.
Jilli, I want to be in your circus just so that you will dress me up.
tommyrot - Nov 27, 2007 12:35:07 pm PST #4101 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.
It's Christmas music time! I just realised I need to seek out "Do They Know It's Christmas?" on my iPod and get my 80s on.
Feed the squirrels / Let them know it's Christmas Time
At least that's what we used to sing....
Vortex - Nov 27, 2007 12:42:02 pm PST #4102 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
I weep for this generation. I just spent 2 minutes explaining that "Washington" is the city and "DC" is the state, for the purpose of ordering a pair of shoes. *sigh*
tommyrot - Nov 27, 2007 12:44:14 pm PST #4103 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.
That would be so funny if Washington state had a city named "DC."
Connie Neil - Nov 27, 2007 12:46:26 pm PST #4104 of 10001
brillig
That would be so funny if Washington state had a city named "DC."
Some bored Washingtonian probably spends stray hours contemplating that very thing.
Theodosia - Nov 27, 2007 12:49:25 pm PST #4105 of 10001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
tommyrot - Nov 27, 2007 12:52:54 pm PST #4106 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'm at work so I haven't watched any of these videos.... Sucker Punch - The art, the poetry, the idiocy of YouTube street fights.
Cheap, ultraportable video technology has freed bystanders at street fights to do more than simply shout, "Fight! Fight! Fuck him up!" Now they can record the event for posterity, too. The result is a growing online video archive of informal fisticuffs. You can find these videos collected on Web sites that specialize in them—ComeGetYouSome.com, Psfights.com, NothingToxic.com, and others—or you can just go to good old YouTube and type in "street fight" or other evocative keyword combinations, such as "sucker punch" or "knock out." The videos that come up offer near-infinite permutations on the eternal street-fight drama of posturing, mayhem, and consequences.
The more of them you watch, the more familiar you become with certain recurring formulas: mean kid or kids nailing unsuspecting victim, drunk guy flattening drunker guy outside a bar, bully getting or not getting comeuppance, go-ahead-and-hit-me scenarios, girls fighting for keeps while male onlookers anxiously strain to find them hilarious, backyard or basement pugilism, semiformal bare-knuckle bouts, pitched battles between rival mobs of hooligans.
Some of the fights are fake, many are real, some fall in between. There's a lot of hair-pulling incompetence, but there are also moments of genuine inspiration in which regular folks under pressure discover their inner Conan. And, of course, there are a few very bad boys and girls out there who know what they're doing. (Some offer how-to lessons.) Watching fight after fight can grow dispiriting (look, another brace of toasted poltroons walking around all stiff-legged, puffing out their chests and loudly prophesying each other's imminent doom), but only when you have worked through a few score of them does the genre begin to amount to something more than the sum of its often sorry-ass parts. The various subgenres and minutely discrete iterations flow together into a cut-rate, bottom-feeding, mass-authored poem of force. Ancient Greece had its epic tradition, and classical Chinese literature had the jiang hu, the martial world; we've got YouTube.