Ha ha. Ha.
Ah well.
Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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.
Jesse - May 06, 2010 5:18:58 pm PDT #27819 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
sarameg - May 06, 2010 5:19:05 pm PDT #27820 of 30001
So, not true, then?
Taken from an internet site with no documentation. NASA_Hubble tweeted they talked to those who, you know, BUILT the damned thing, and no. Of course internutters dismiss that cause the MAN always lies.
But geez, apparently by the time it got to the History Channel, it was completely telephone-gamed.
The damned telescope runs off solar power. Those big wings on it? Solar panels.
Now the lubricants used in the gears, I can't speak to in absolute certainty, but honestly? Yeah, sounds unlikely. Besides there are billions of papers in the public domain on the construction and development of the hardware, all you need to do is cite it. There's none of that. Besides, we'd think it was a cool funky thing if we used biologics. Old school meets new, you know?
Jesse - May 06, 2010 5:21:44 pm PDT #27821 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I am having a Grey's renaissance, now that Izzie is gone.
I also heart talking-about-real-shit Cristina.
tommyrot - May 06, 2010 5:21:56 pm PDT #27822 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.
Tonight's episode of My Dating Life will probably be known as "The one with the misunderstanding."
We were supposed to meet at 7:30 at this sports bar. I get there at 7:25 and talk to the greeter. I tell her I'm meeting someone. She tells me she doesn't think the person I'm meeting has arrived yet. I grab a booth and watch the door like a hawk.
A few minutes later my date arrives. The greeter (dunno if it was the same one) tells her she doesn't think the person she's meeting has arrived yet. She takes a seat at the bar. At 7:31 she texts me to tell me she's there.
For some reason I don't get the text until 7:45. I text her back but she's left already - she says that "15 minutes is enough to wait." I text her back that I was there at 7:25 but her phone is off or something.
Later I text her again and we straighten out the misunderstanding.
Jesse - May 06, 2010 5:25:37 pm PDT #27823 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Oh, so you never actually met? Meh, but shit happens.
tommyrot - May 06, 2010 5:27:42 pm PDT #27824 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.
Oh, so you never actually met?
Nope.
So, is 15 minutes long enough to wait for a (first) date to show? Later she texted that she thought I had stood her up. Which OK, that feeling sucks, and I hate it too when people are late, but 15 minutes?
Jesse - May 06, 2010 5:29:42 pm PDT #27825 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Personally, I wouldn't give it much more than 15 minutes, but I'd probably text at 10 minutes after the time and wait another 5-10.
Matt the Bruins fan - May 06, 2010 5:29:51 pm PDT #27826 of 30001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
15 minutes is a not unreasonable cut-off point if there's been no word of delay from the other party.
Zenkitty - May 06, 2010 5:31:24 pm PDT #27827 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Well, that sucks, tommy. But she sounds kinda snippy, so maybe... just as well?
Dana - May 06, 2010 5:31:55 pm PDT #27828 of 30001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
Oh, dear. Sorry, tommy.