Zoe: I thought you wanted to spend more time off-ship this visit. Wash: Out there is seems like it's all fancy parties. I like our party better. The dress code is easier and I know all the steps.

'Shindig'


Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


tommyrot - Feb 27, 2010 3:10:13 pm PST #11795 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.

Well sure, it's not like the Donner party had woks.

Now I'm wondering if they used spices.

"A little oregano, some garlic and pepper, and you'd never know it's grandma."

I'm a sick, sick person, huh?


brenda m - Feb 27, 2010 3:11:11 pm PST #11796 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

This particular song features the line, "When you're fifteen, don't forget to look before you fall." Which isn't quite as bad as "You were Romeo, I was the scarlet letter," but still pretty bad.

Um, what? If you're going for meaningless incoherence, you need to go all out. "You were Little House on the Prairie, I was Wind in the Willows" or some shit. At least then you sound deep. Or crazy, but it's about the same thing.


Hil R. - Feb 27, 2010 3:13:06 pm PST #11797 of 30001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

The first few times I heard that song, I tried to convince myself that she was actually saying "I wore the scarlet letter," because that actually makes some sense as a sentence, even if it doesn't make any sense with the rest of the song, since the rest of the song is all about how young and innocent she was. But, no. It's definitely "I was the scarlet letter."


Hil R. - Feb 27, 2010 3:17:01 pm PST #11798 of 30001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

Full lyrics of "Love Story," the Romeo and Juliet song: [link] Also, note how one of the great tragedies of English literature is solved by "I talked to your dad."

On that a capella show from a few months ago, a group of women in their forties and fifties sang this song, and they made it actually make sense -- they sang it as older women looking back on the silly drama of youth, and it actually works when it's sung with some awareness that it is silly drama. It sounds ridiculous when sung seriously from the midst of that drama.


Sophia Brooks - Feb 27, 2010 3:18:52 pm PST #11799 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here

You were Romeo, I was the scarlet letter," but still pretty bad.

Wait, what? That is nonsensical.


Steph L. - Feb 27, 2010 3:19:40 pm PST #11800 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

I'm still reading the archives of Questionable Content, BTW. I'm about halfway through.

t /obsessions R us


tommyrot - Feb 27, 2010 3:21:01 pm PST #11801 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.

I'm still reading the archives of Questionable Content, BTW. I'm about halfway through.

Heh. I went through that a year or two ago. Of course, there were fewer archives back then.


tommyrot - Feb 27, 2010 3:21:59 pm PST #11802 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.

I'm going to the sweet and sour place. Will I get a seat? Stay tuned....


Steph L. - Feb 27, 2010 3:22:38 pm PST #11803 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

Heh. I went through that a year or two ago.

Marten and Faye have had The Talk.


billytea - Feb 27, 2010 3:22:47 pm PST #11804 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

Full lyrics of "Love Story," the Romeo and Juliet song: [link] Also, note how one of the great tragedies of English literature is solved by "I talked to your dad."

"Stay away from my daughter, tiny punk!" "What if I marry her instead?" "'Kay! Hugs!"