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Natter 62: The 62nd 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.


Jesse - Dec 19, 2008 2:42:36 pm PST #7131 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Somebody please remind me that I have better things to do with my time tonight than argue with biblical literalists.

I was reminded on Ta-Nehisis Coates's blog today that reason #1 for rejecting a biblical argument against gay marriage is that polygamy and concubines and all the rest were A-OK in biblical times and communities. Argh.


§ ita § - Dec 19, 2008 2:43:30 pm PST #7132 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Silverfoxes.provocateuse.com v .5 (alpha).

Took me 5 episodes to work out why the show is called "30 Rock." And to decide it's not for me. I don't like the supporting cast enough.


Lee - Dec 19, 2008 2:44:31 pm PST #7133 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Today is never actually going to end, is it?

eta: But now I have FUN stuff to look at, at least.

ita, do you need me to do any research for more pictures?


Connie Neil - Dec 19, 2008 2:47:01 pm PST #7134 of 10002
brillig

polygamy and concubines and all the rest were A-OK in biblical times and communities

Was that still true in New Testament time? The Leviticus prohibitions can be ignored because of all the other rules that are no longer enforced, but I'm not sure what the best counter to Paul's prohibitions are. Aside from Paul being a general all-around "I hate everyone who's not me" type.


amych - Dec 19, 2008 2:47:21 pm PST #7135 of 10002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

Took me 5 episodes to work out why the show is called "30 Rock."

Why? It's not for me enough that I've never made it that far.


Lee - Dec 19, 2008 2:47:48 pm PST #7136 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

ita, is this silver enough: [link]


Jesse - Dec 19, 2008 2:49:12 pm PST #7137 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

The Leviticus prohibitions can be ignored because of all the other rules that are no longer enforced,

People still quote them all the time, though! Even though Jesus said we didn't have to follow all the old laws anymore! (Opening the door for shrimp at office parties and the Reuben sandwich, among so many other things....) I have no need to follow Paul, so maybe I just ignore him.


Cass - Dec 19, 2008 2:51:19 pm PST #7138 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Guh.

[edit: Guh was in response to Clooney, not shrimp. Although shrimps are delicious too. Just not Clooney levels of tasty.]


Sue - Dec 19, 2008 2:55:01 pm PST #7139 of 10002
hip deep in pie

I have lobster! in my fridge! They are already dead, thank god.

I had a horrible moment when I realized that I was going to have to take them out of the box because I couldn't stick the whole thing in the freezer if my parents wanted them for supper tomorrow. Then I realized I could just take the frozen peas (how they get around the liquid restrictions on flights) out of the box, stick the box in the fridge and put the peas in the freezer. No lobster touching required.


Hil R. - Dec 19, 2008 3:00:41 pm PST #7140 of 10002
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

I have lobster! in my fridge! They are already dead, thank god.

Heh. That reminds me of a night a few years ago, when I was working at a summer program in Baltimore.

I went into the staff dorm common room, and found out that a bunch of the other staff had gone and bought a bag of live crabs, figuring that eating crabs was something they should do in Baltimore. I didn't really feel like being around for the killing of the crabs, so I went back into my room and read for a while. After a bit, I was getting bored, so I went back to the common room. Two of the biology teachers were testing the reflexes of the crabs, which were all still alive. I rolled my eyes and left again.

About an hour later, I went back. The crabs: still alive. The staff: drunk. It was getting late, and I went to bed.

I found out the next morning that none of them actually knew how to cook crabs. They thought you had to kill them before steaming them. They had killed them by stabbing them with the end of a wire coat hanger.