Thanks for filling me in on the NYE, Tep.
The entity behind Gus is a creep for manipulating y'all.
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javachik - Mar 01, 2010 3:47:59 pm PST #12397 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
-t - Mar 01, 2010 3:48:38 pm PST #12398 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
He'd mentioned the girlfriend often enough before that. The whole dying thing seems kind of . . . impulsive to me. Partially because of the timing.
Kathy A - Mar 01, 2010 3:50:38 pm PST #12399 of 30001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
If he had just drifted away, I would have been fine with that. But every time he posted, I got a big smile and greeted him with enthusiasm since he was fun to talk with. When the big reveal came about what a fake it all was, I felt so used, in a strange way. My pleasure over talking with him was tarnished and I have no fond memories of him at all now. I can't even go over to the tropes site without feeling resentful.
brenda m - Mar 01, 2010 4:01:47 pm PST #12400 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
I can't bring myself to get too worked up about it, though what I'm most regretful of is the bad feeling among us both on that NYE and after Cindy blew the doors open.
I am intrigued that the LA Times got a story so much closer to the truth.
Liese S. - Mar 01, 2010 4:06:13 pm PST #12401 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
So I twice started this big long post about what I think and twice aborted it. First my phone ate it, and now I think I need to rethink. Hee.
I'm starting to suspect that any research I do down this road will only lead to victor-chasing-andy-kaufman levels of weirdness. And maybe I don't want to go there.
brenda m - Mar 01, 2010 4:09:01 pm PST #12402 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
ION of me. The parsnips were one thing, but my produce box now includes like two pounds of daikon. What the hell do I do with that?
Zenkitty - Mar 01, 2010 4:09:17 pm PST #12403 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
I would bet that "Eddie" never thought that it would actually affect anyone if his sockpuppet "died". Or enjoyed watching the pain. Either way, the little sociopath ought to have his head shoved into a used toilet.
-t - Mar 01, 2010 4:21:53 pm PST #12404 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
The parsnips were one thing, but my produce box now includes like two pounds of daikon. What the hell do I do with that?
Well, I have my Dumpling; A Seasonal Guide cookbook right here. Looking up daikon gets me recipes for Slippery Rice Balls in Cabbage-Radish Soup and Daikon Cake.
I think you can slice then up and stir-fry them with other stir-fryable things. Toss 'em in the same time as the carrots?
Liese S. - Mar 01, 2010 4:24:42 pm PST #12405 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
sarameg - Mar 01, 2010 4:25:28 pm PST #12406 of 30001
I have thoughts, but...I just discovered why Loki had been rattling the stupid catfood tub incessantly for the past few days. Normally, he mainly does this when the dish needs filling, but it was full! However it was to the right of the waterdish. And it is normally on the left. Apparently that was too much change for the walnut brain. (He knew it was there, and has eaten from it. But that's Devi's side and thus Wrong and the equivalent of an empty dish.)