billytea, discussing Doctor Who in natter:
[The Doctor's] instructions were flawed.
I'm not really sure what other instructions you give for a Dalek adventure. Nuance is rare (though ninth Doctor "Dalek" managed pretty well). Still, it gave rise to one awesome adventure:
Time Lord: "ZOMG Daleks R teh suxxors! Do something about it, will you? kthxbye."
Doctor: "Invisible krav maga."
Harry and Sarah: <variously get shot at, tortured, enslaved in a radioactive rocket silo and at one point nearly eaten by a giant walking clam>
Nyder: "Ceiling Nazi is watching you plotsturbate."
Davros: "YOU! ARE! MY! CREATIONS! DESTROY! THE! THALS! AND! THEN! CLEAN! YOUR! ROOM!"
Daleks: "THE! DOCTOR! HAS! GIVEN! US! A! TEENAGER! GENE! YOU! ARE! NOT! THE! BOSS! OF! US!"
Good Guys: "Bling to the rescue!"
Okay, it's the juxtaposition that just about killed me.
ChiKat: I can always count on Natter for a topic of conversation that will get my mind off ickyness. Cannibalism and ass hooks. Yes.
Today has not been fun. I had to yell at a group of kids today for deleting the video of another group. And, my speech class is filled with some kids who make me want to weep for the future of our country. I ask them a question and they stare blankly at me. I tell them where they can find the answers and I watch drool drip out of their slackjawed mouths. I tell them I'll wait to find the answer and watch them barely move. I ask the question again and no response. I tell them I'm actually waiting for an answer. Finally I see signs of life. I talk them through the answer and then ask the question again. And even though I just gave them the answer, I get blank looks again.
Amy: I really wish I wasn't wondering if it tasted like chicken now.
In Bitches:
Cass: It's the PNW, that's the only kind of sun we have most of the year. It's like the Charlie Brown Christmas tree of suns.
Words of wisdom in Natter:
sarameg:
If you put your gloves on the radiator and your cats like to sleep on the radiator, do not attempt to use your gloves to remove cathair from your shirt.
Jessica
in
Natter:
Oh thank god the 200+ posts I woke up to were just people describing their panties. I was worried we'd had some kind of horrible flame war.
Tom Scola in Bitches: For all my deep metaphysical issues, the first place I always turn to is HuffPo.
Kat in Natter:
Yoga was not as transformative as I had hoped. I blame my boobs.
Brenda M:
Those people are idiots. None of those top passwords (until you get to monkey, really) are at all easy to type.
That may not be in everyone's top criteria for passwords, I suppose. Personally I hate having a password that's awkward to type.
In Natter:
Nora Deirdre: But then I am a Scrooge, so feel free to disregard...
David S: You don't like Valentine's Day either. I suspect you'd stab Arbor Day in the heart given half a chance.
