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Jesse: It's some sci-fi-y thing where time is currency or some shit, but I'm not sure I care.
billytea: Seriously? They were in a meeting, some guy said "Can we hurry this up people, time is money", and they decided to make a movie on that? What'll be next, do you think?
Sue, in Natter:
I am curently staging Occupy My Couch.
In Natter --
Tom Scola: The constant drumming at OWS seems to have finally stopped. Unfortunately, they now have bagpipe players.
I expect Goldman Sachs will capitulate soon.
In Supernatural,
Theresa: But if he snaps and turns evil, there better be leather pants.
dcp in Boxed Set
Zombies shuffle at the speed of plot
(in a discussion of Walking Dead, if you must have context)
(in a discussion of Walking Dead, if you must have context)
And there was I thinking it was a reference to Plants vs Zombies.
I thought everyone would recognize it as a re-write of the Star Trek joke, "How fast is Warp 9? Just as fast as the story needs it to be, and no faster."
In Movies,
tommyrot: Now I'm picturing a movie with velociraptors on an airship. The airship uses helium, and at one point the velociraptors run through a big helium gas bag, causing their roars to become high-pitched squeals. Then when they corner some humans, the humans just laugh so the velociraptors just slink away.
The movie could be steampunk, so the velociraptors can wear goggles.
The inimitable Tep, in Natter.
Tep: So, the other night *I* made grilled cheese & tomato soup for dinner, and burned the grilled cheese (this is why Tim makes the grilled cheese instead of me, but he was disassembling the drill press that night).
The smoke detector didn't go off that night, so I just asked Tim to test it. He reached into the depths of the credenza and pulled out an incense stick (a heretofore unknown incense stick; color me unsurprised). He lit it and stood under the smoke detector and waved it. The alarm went off immediately.
"Well," I said, "we know no hippies will break in."
In Natter,
Gud: I was in a bookstore this weekend (they still exist, who knew?) and on a shelf I spotted a Bill Clinton corkscrew with the slogan 'who better to pop your cork?' next to a Hillary Clinton nutcracker. It made me think I miss Clinton, the budget surplus, international respect (though that's getting better), no land wars in Asia, jobs, the worst scandal just lying about sex and let's face it lying about sex is pretty common (that was great, sure I remember your name, I bought the Porsche because of the way it drives). Ah well, the good old days.