Xander: Hey, Red. What you got in the basket, little girl? Buffy: Weapons.

Xander/Buffy ,'Help'


Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam  

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.


Lee - May 14, 2009 12:22:48 pm PDT #19551 of 30000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I am one of those who gets burned through t-shirts. The t-shirts are however good for hiding tattoos you don't want to discuss with your mother.


Burrell - May 14, 2009 12:30:24 pm PDT #19552 of 30000
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

Ugh bon bon, what a PITA for you two.

As for the sunburn discussion, I am on the sunburn side of the spectrum and I seem to have passed along the same skin to my kids, esp my daughter. Oops.

I have a memory of Rio making fun of her DH for calling sunblock suntan lotion. hee. Although in my head they are two different things. Sunblock comes in SPF numbers like 25, 30, 45, 70. Suntan lotion smells like coconut and comes in SPF numbers like 4 and 8.


Trudy Booth - May 14, 2009 12:38:55 pm PDT #19553 of 30000
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart

I don't so much "tan" as turn a not-painful shade of darker pink. When its a burn it hurts.


Ginger - May 14, 2009 12:43:29 pm PDT #19554 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

People lived for millenia without spf clothing.

They also died young and wrinkled.

There was no sunblock in my childhood. That's what killed the dinosaurs I played with. At least a couple of times a summer, I'd get stuck somewhere with no shade and have to spend a day or so lying in a dark room wearing a soft t-shirt. That was the era in which people would coat themselves with baby oil and iodine to tan faster and lie in the sun all summer. I was saved by the fact that I can't read very long in the sun, so I was too bored to lay out.


Typo Boy - May 14, 2009 12:45:12 pm PDT #19555 of 30000
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.

Neil Gaiman linked to this: (Uncomfortable plot summaries) [link]

They include:

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER: Teenage serial killer destroys town in fit of semi-religious fervor

FIREFLY: In an analogue of the post-Civil War west, a white man on the losing side bosses around a black woman.

SERENITY: Men fight for possession of scantily clad mentally ill teenage girl.


Tom Scola - May 14, 2009 12:51:19 pm PDT #19556 of 30000
hwæt

LORD OF THE RINGS: Midget destroys stolen property.

RAMBO III: The United States provides arms, equipment and training to the terrorists behind 9/11.

STAR WARS: A NEW HOPE: Religious extremist terrorists destroy government installation, killing thousands.

STAR WARS: RETURN OF THE JEDI: Handicapped mass murderer kills septugenarian, is lauded.


Connie Neil - May 14, 2009 12:54:25 pm PDT #19557 of 30000
brillig

They also died young and wrinkled.

Like raisins?


shrift - May 14, 2009 12:56:44 pm PDT #19558 of 30000
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

After years of working in the Loop and taking the Red Line home, I finally have printed out the Cubs schedule and highlighted all the evening home games so that I can plan ahead. I almost had to choke a bitch on Tuesday.


Cashmere - May 14, 2009 1:10:07 pm PDT #19559 of 30000
Now tagless for your comfort.

I hate hackers. And Tino.

I made steamed mussels in butter, garlic and white wine for dinner with grilled corn on the cob basted with butter & brown sugar. YUM!

Now I have to roll myself into yoga class.


Connie Neil - May 14, 2009 1:10:45 pm PDT #19560 of 30000
brillig

Somewhere, Tino is feeling horrible, and he's going to rag on his girlfriend for no good reason.