That's horrifying.
Illyria: We cling to what is gone. Is there anything in this life but grief? Wesley: There's love. There's hope...for some. There's hope that you'll find something worthy...that your life will lead you to some joy...that after everything...you can still be surprised. Illyria: Is that enough? Is that enough to live on?
'Shells'
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.
erikaj - May 31, 2009 8:51:29 am PDT #22140 of 30000
Always Anti-fascist!
Liese S. - May 31, 2009 9:11:41 am PDT #22141 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Oh, no! That's awful.
That's in Wichita! I know where that church is. I mean, I know where the clinic is for that matter.
Just terrible.
sumi - May 31, 2009 9:21:21 am PDT #22142 of 30000
Art Crawl!!!
That is terrible.
Calli - May 31, 2009 10:01:21 am PDT #22143 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
That is terrible. I've made a donation in Tiller's honor to Medical Students for Choice.
Dana - May 31, 2009 10:10:09 am PDT #22144 of 30000
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
French Open spoilers:
Oh, no, poor Rafa.
§ ita § - May 31, 2009 10:48:35 am PDT #22145 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Why did I read that???? I'm only in the middle (beginning middle) of watching the coverage. I need more restraint.
Kat - May 31, 2009 10:52:01 am PDT #22146 of 30000
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Is it wrong that I much prefer Diversity to Susan Boyle (though I hate their name) and I'm so glad they won?
Jesse - May 31, 2009 11:30:27 am PDT #22147 of 30000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Oh, god, that's awful about Dr. Tiller. In a previous job, I knew June Barrett, whose husband was killed along with the doctor they were escorting in Pensacola years ago. Those were scary times. And she was a fabulous woman.
(Frat Boy A: incomprehensible whining and geebling; Frat Boy B (sullenly): Yeah, but I didn't do it! A: geeble; B: But I didn't do it!--for fifteen or twenty minutes, finally resolved when one of them got tired of it and just walked away)
My first NYC apartment was on the first floor in the front, and I will never forget the best drunken late-night conversation ever: One guy yelling, "I LOVE YOU, BOB!" I couldn't hear what Bob was saying back, but the other guy just kept yelling, "BUT I LOVE YOU, BOB!!"
Tom Scola - May 31, 2009 11:45:22 am PDT #22148 of 30000
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
They're shooting a film at the bar this afternoon. The cast and crew are all drunk.
brenda m - May 31, 2009 11:45:47 am PDT #22149 of 30000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
The first night in my first apartment in Chicago, about 3 am, this girl starts in banging on the door next door, full on banging and kicking and "let me in, why won't you let me in, I said I was sorry, you bastard let me in" screaming and crying for like ten full minutes.
Then she gets on the phone, too. "I've been begging you for ten mintues, why won't you let me in????" t totally calm voice "Oh. Well where are you?"