In Bitches.
Zenkitty:
People, heed my words of hard-won wisdom: clean your motherhonking dishwashers. For therein lies an evil, hidden under the bottom of the door, hidden behind the rubber corner-guard things that keep water from coming out, hidden in the filter you can't see without sticking your head in the dishwasher like a confused Sylvia Plath. This evil is the decaying remains of the bits of food that got trapped in the crevices and didn't flush away. This evil smells worse than Lazarus on the second day. This evil is getting on your dishes even as the dishwasher cleans them. Gird your loins, take up an old toothbrush, get on your knees, and scrub the crevices of your dishwasher, as I have done this day, and may the spirit of Lovecraft be with you.
In natter, about Ayla Mary Sue.
Didn't she end up teaching the sign language to a deaf boy or man?
I'm fairly certain she also invented Braille and opened the first school for the blind, complete with seeing-eye wolves that she domesticated herself.
edited by Matt the Bruins fan
Do you need context for this? No, you do not. In Natter:
Tom Scola:
I used to be a Postmodern Lycanthopist, but I lost all interest after fully deconstructing what it means to be a wolf.
Next thread to be called "Hot Cocoa On My iPad", I tell you what.
In Bitches:
brenda
If I know any murderers I'm not aware of it.
ita !
Okay, nobody say anything to brenda, okay?
ita !(talking about Fiona) in Cable Drama
Does she own underwear?
Tom Scola
She probably had to use it to construct a weapon in prison.
billytea in Natter:
You're right about cilantro though. EXCEPT IT'S CALLED CORIANDER! SPEAK ENGLISH!!
From Natter:
SuziQ: Just cleaned the Lutherans out of the sink. I feel very accomplished.
billytea: I cleaned them off the benchtop. I shall call it "the Counter Reformation".
JZ is just...everything...in Movies, talking about Citizen Kane.
To be honest, I despise CK as a film, but I'd watch it again, just because JZ said so:
I still, every time, approach Kane like it's a spinach movie, because it's just so crusted over with cultural expectations of Serious and Important and Vital For Your Cinematic Education... and then it swoops in and leaves me breathless. It's like some boy everyone you know has been nagging you to meet because he's handsome and employed and dresses well and is nice to his mother, and by the time you actually meet him you've mostly written him off because no actual person can be that unfailingly great; he's got to be either terminally boring or a serial killer. But then when you do meet him, he's neither; he's just actually seriously that much of a catch, and more. If anything, all the people who practically turned you off from him forever underplayed the totality of his multilayered awesomeness.
Except, sadly, that boy never really exists as a boy. Fortunately, he does as a movie, and that movie is Citizen Kane. It's a catch, a keeper, the one you bring home to meet the parents and then grow old with.
But Touch of Evil is still the movie that throws pennies at your window at two in the morning, and you sneak down the trellis and duck down an alleyway so it can do dirty, dirty things to you, and you're almost ashamed of how good it feels.
In Bitches.
ita_!:
Speaking of machete, apparently my sister is not buying me one in Belize. I have told her this clearly indicates a lack of love.
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