Now, I can hold a note for a long time...actually I can hold a note forever. But eventually that's just noise. It's the change we're listening for. The note coming after, and the one after that. That's what makes it music.

Host ,'Why We Fight'


Natter 64: Yes, we still need you  

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.


JZ - Sep 11, 2009 12:00:27 pm PDT #8182 of 30001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

It would be like an O Henry story.

An O Henry story IN CRAZY MELTY LAND.

Have you been taking evil lessons from Sparky?

Besides, my girl is worth at least ten pairs of those boots, two in each color.

Dear God, they come in red.

::never stops weeping::


aurelia - Sep 11, 2009 12:00:57 pm PDT #8183 of 30001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

There's not hope of health insurance reform happening in the next month, is there? 'Cause it looks like I could use a public option around then.


tommyrot - Sep 11, 2009 12:02:04 pm PDT #8184 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Look, its not gay to get sucked off by a guy.

Yeah, totally. Like that Onion article, titled something like, "Why Do These Homosexuals Keep Sucking My Cock?"


Barb - Sep 11, 2009 12:05:32 pm PDT #8185 of 30001
“Not dead yet!”

Dear God, they come in red.

Um... sorry?


Jesse - Sep 11, 2009 12:06:59 pm PDT #8186 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

JZ, you could sell your little girl and buy those boots. It would be like an O Henry story.

AWESOME.


brenda m - Sep 11, 2009 12:08:02 pm PDT #8187 of 30001
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

Curse you, Barb, and your thoughtless footwear linkage. Two minutes ago I didn't know these boots existed, and now I weep that I shall never own them.

Weeps with JZ.


StuntHusband - Sep 11, 2009 12:13:19 pm PDT #8188 of 30001
Electromagnetic candy! - Stark

I'm un-exiling myself to say:

Best. Caption. (of the President) Ever.


tommyrot - Sep 11, 2009 12:15:27 pm PDT #8189 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Best. Caption. (of the President) Ever.

ITA.


meara - Sep 11, 2009 12:16:16 pm PDT #8190 of 30001

That Eagle raid thing is awful. Especially the part about lying on the floor. That just squicks me. OMG. Lying on the FLOOR? Of a grody gay bar? NASTY!!!

I want new boots, but I am very picky about how they fit--they tend to either not fit my calf, or be sized for cankles. WTF? I have shapely legs, I guess! :)


Daisy Jane - Sep 11, 2009 12:16:45 pm PDT #8191 of 30001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

I looked up the Atlanta Eagle raid [link], and I'm baffled that one of the officers allegedly said something about complaints from the neighborhood. The neighbors on that stretch of Ponce consist mostly of hookers and their customers.

The raid at the gay bar in Fort Worth was a)on the anniversary of Stonewall b)started because a cop peering through the fence saw guys in thongs sitting on a picnic table smoking until the owner whispered to one of them who then went inside (I don't need to mention that this place had dancers, right?) c) had patrons arrested (indeed one was slammed to the ground so hard he suffered serious head trauma) because the officers were advanced on sexually.

I had always used "I think my head is going to explode" as hyperbole...until then.