So far the most shocking fandom secret yet. At least the one that made me spit up.
Damn, that ain't right.
Um, well, we listened to aggressively cheerful music sung by people chosen for their ability to dance. Then we ate cookie dough, and talked about boys.
Giles ,'Get It Done'
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 § - Dec 17, 2007 5:21:46 pm PST #7856 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Jesse - Dec 17, 2007 5:26:24 pm PST #7857 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
OMG. 911 is a Joke. I totally have this cassingle.
I'll stop now.
lisah - Dec 17, 2007 5:28:07 pm PST #7858 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate
OMG. 911 is a Joke. I totally have this cassingle.
Ack! I've got to record that. I missed so much of the 90s video-wise.
Liese S. - Dec 17, 2007 5:28:13 pm PST #7859 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Yeah, the problem with being an adult is not the ability to have candy for dinner. The problem with being an adult is being able to connect the fact that you had candy for dinner with the fact that you feel like crap afterwards. It would have happened to you as a kid, too, just you would have had two completely unrelated experiences. First, the pure joy of candy eating, unsullied by regret. Then, the sickness, untainted by any memory of candy eating.
sarameg - Dec 17, 2007 5:28:47 pm PST #7860 of 10001
Fuck. I just remembered something I forgot today. I really hope it isn't as critical as I thought.
Jesse - Dec 17, 2007 5:35:18 pm PST #7861 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Ack! I've got to record that. I missed so much of the 90s video-wise.
I'm sure it'll be on all weekend...and for weekends to come! It's funny how much of the guitar music I don't know at all. I did not listen to guitar musical at all in the early 90s. Or much in the late 90s, for that matter. I think college was my guitar-music peak.
Edit: Wait, I was in college in the early 90s, not high school. The years, they all blur together.
brenda m - Dec 17, 2007 5:37:08 pm PST #7862 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
I just made these [link] and they are yum. Plus I cooked up the leftover syrup and berries and have a good amount of gorgeous red syrup and about two bowls of ice cream worth of cranberry compote.
Why don't I have any ice cream, dammit?
lisah - Dec 17, 2007 5:37:16 pm PST #7863 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate
I'm sure it'll be on all weekend...and for weekends to come!
I'm set to record all 5 hours of it!
Jesse - Dec 17, 2007 5:40:47 pm PST #7864 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Ooh, that sounds delicious, brenda.
§ ita § - Dec 17, 2007 5:43:53 pm PST #7865 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
First, the pure joy of candy eating, unsullied by regret. Then, the sickness, untainted by any memory of candy eating.
No, I'd know, but there'd be so much less caring. The highs were higher, and we bounced back from the lows so damned quickly.
Those cranberries look beautiful. You need creme anglaise.