I have no idea what any of you are talking about. Sounds like I might be better off that way.
Natter 58: Let's call Venezuela!
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.
And I am reminded of the time GF, female friend, friend's 3-year-old daughter, and I were visiting and the child happily chortled, "I love all your boobies!"
This is something I'd love to see implemented in airplanes--but it assumes you never want to talk to the people you're seated next to.
Which I'm pretty much down with.
Think you're part of the nerdiest couple ever? Not if you don't have these.
I just read that the Microsoft Springsteenalike video was a spoof. A spoof of what?
I love how everyone's assuring that you don't want to know.
Except me.
I want to know. But I'm in a crap mood and need something to hiss at.
Be warned, I'm going to state this very poorly.
Two or three fandom cons ago some people started requesting platonic feels of women's breasts, and found it psychologically liberating. Liberating enough that they want to formalise it and have it happen at more cons, using a colour coded badge mechanism to indicate whether you're opted in or not. Open Source Boob Project
I find it incredibly creepy--not the touchy touchy part of it at all--I've done way too much groundwork to be bothered by that, but by the allusions to undoing highschool psychological damage. Could boob groping have prevented Columbine?
Is it sad that when I saw the CAT5 rings on craftzine, I was all, oooooh! cool!
Is it sad that when I saw the CAT5 rings on craftzine, I was all, oooooh! cool!
Only if I'm sad too.
Well. That's something to hiss about, to be sure. Jesus. Jesus.
-I've done way too much groundwork to be bothered by that, but by the allusions to undoing highschool psychological damage. Could boob groping have prevented Columbine?
Seriously? WTF IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?
For the record, Columbine was my word. Sparked by things like this:
For a moment, everything that was awkward about high school would fade away and you could just say what was on your mind. It was as though parts of me were being healed whenever I did it, and I touched at least fifteen sets of boobs at Penguicon. It never got old, surprisingly.
Real charmer.