Mal: Zoe, why do I have a wife? Jayne: You got a wife? All I got is that dumbass stick sounds like its raining. How come you got a wife?

'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


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.


megan walker - Apr 10, 2008 11:52:13 am PDT #977 of 10001
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist

After a long conversation about dating, someone at work just sent me this Atlantic article on "settling": Marry him!

“They, like me, would rather feel alone in a marriage than actually be alone, because they, like me, realize that marriage ultimately isn’t about cosmic connection—it’s about how having a teammate, even if he’s not the love of your life, is better than not having one at all.”

I’m sure the author would think I’m deluding myself, but I really feel sorry for people who feel this way.


lisah - Apr 10, 2008 11:56:00 am PDT #978 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate

After a long conversation about dating, someone at work just sent me this Atlantic article on "settling":

Argh. Had a long depressing conversation about this article on Friday night. My friend kept threatening to forward it to me and I was like NO IT WILL MAKE MY HEAD EXPLODE!


megan walker - Apr 10, 2008 11:59:25 am PDT #979 of 10001
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist

I'm surprised my head hasn't exploded, there was so much to hate in that article! Starting with the premise that the reason I'm not married is because I'm completely deluded about the "reality" of marriage.


Pix - Apr 10, 2008 12:01:35 pm PDT #980 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

Yay gloom! I would like to delay the blinding orb season for as long as possible, thanks.
PEOPLE. Do not let Jilli talk to the weather. Trust me.

Signed,
Had to Buy Winter Clothes in Florida

ION, I am very amused by the ND COMM from earlier.


Steph L. - Apr 10, 2008 12:04:14 pm PDT #981 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

I just think that author is very sad. She essentially says it's better to marry someone who PHYSICALLY REPULSES YOU, just so that you have a husband, rather than be single.

I mean, really. That's so fucking SAD. How empty is her life, that she believes it's better to be with someone who disgusts you than be single?

And frankly, the whole tone of the article comes off as a poorly veiled justification for wanting a sugar daddy to support her and her child. Unfortunately (for her), any man who's read the article and has one shred of intelligence and self-preservation won't touch her with a 50-foot stock portfolio.


Lee - Apr 10, 2008 12:05:32 pm PDT #982 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I need to!! Hmmm...maybe I can tag that on to my trip to Vegas (band is playing Rollercon again!) at the end of July...

Hey, I lke Vegas!

To continue the Simpsons theme, picture me making Mr. Burns plotting gestures.


lisah - Apr 10, 2008 12:08:17 pm PDT #983 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate

Hey, I lke Vegas!

YES! It was super fun last year. I don't even know where the convention is this year (aka where we'll be staying) but we're already booked to play at (I think) 11pm on 7/29 at the Double Down Saloon!


P.M. Marc - Apr 10, 2008 12:12:18 pm PDT #984 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

And now I'm no longer drooling.

You could deep fry placenta. Gimme a minute, and I could find you a recipe at one of the crunchy mom boards. Hell, I bet I could even get you one that has a nice breastmilk gravy to go with it.


hippocampus - Apr 10, 2008 12:12:30 pm PDT #985 of 10001
not your mom's socks.

what is today? Is it still Thursday?

eta: OMG Plei.


Lee - Apr 10, 2008 12:13:39 pm PDT #986 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

LALALA I CAN'T SEE PLEI'S POST LALALA