Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.

Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'


Natter 56: ...we need the writers.  

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.


msbelle - Feb 08, 2008 5:10:37 am PST #8258 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

I seem to think that I am a gospel chior today and will not stop singing "Life every voice and sing". I was just walking down the hall doing the hand claps on the held notes.


lisah - Feb 08, 2008 5:13:42 am PST #8259 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate

I always want to pick the choice between "average" and "overweight," but it doesn't usually exist.

And I never know what "average" really means. I mean, I guess I am just about "average" weight and height for an American woman (according to the CDC [link] but that also means that I weigh too much for my height.


Frankenbuddha - Feb 08, 2008 5:13:42 am PST #8260 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

Nora, that was frelling hysterical! I bookmarked that web site - will have to peruse more of it when I can.


Jesse - Feb 08, 2008 5:15:49 am PST #8261 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

And I never know what "average" really means. I mean, I guess I am just about "average" weight and height for an American woman (according to the CDC [link]) but that also means that I weigh too much for my height.

Yeah, exactly. I think I'm demographically average as far as my dress size, but somehow I don't think that's what people mean. OK, that link tells me I'm almost exactly the size of the average US man. Interesting.


Nora Deirdre - Feb 08, 2008 5:19:28 am PST #8262 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

Nora, that was frelling hysterical! I bookmarked that web site - will have to peruse more of it when I can.

My work here is done.


shrift - Feb 08, 2008 5:21:04 am PST #8263 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

I think that link was for the BMI, which is pretty wack.

I woke up and felt icky, which then upgraded to OMG I Want To Die, and now after coffee is back to just icky. Anytime someone has looked at me too long this morning, I've wanted to snap, "WHAT?"


Nora Deirdre - Feb 08, 2008 5:21:45 am PST #8264 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

I think that link was for the BMI, which is pretty wack, I think.

As do I.


shrift - Feb 08, 2008 5:29:23 am PST #8265 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

Possibly it's just me, but someone just sent me a request by including an e-mail I wrote from last summer, only altering the text for their own ends without bothering to mention that they'd done so.

Sure, it's a small thing, but I'm kind of hugely pissed. Problem is, I don't know how to reply with "please don't alter the text of my e-mails" without sounding like a bitch.


Jesse - Feb 08, 2008 5:30:33 am PST #8266 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Wait. They basically tried to make it seem like you had sent them an email you hadn't? That's bullshit.


Dana - Feb 08, 2008 5:30:45 am PST #8267 of 10001
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."

someone just sent me a request by including an e-mail I wrote from last summer, only altering the text for their own ends without bothering to mention that they'd done so.

Wow, it's like fandom, in a way. Is anyone asking you for money to buy an iPod and some glitter pens?