Sometimes when I'm sitting in class... You know, I'm not thinking about class, 'cause that would never happen. I think about kissing you. And it's like everything stops. It's like, it's like freeze frame. Willow kissage.

Oz ,'First Date'


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.


Strega - May 07, 2010 1:29:52 pm PDT #28113 of 30001

But! But! HULK SMASH! Beserker rage!

Well at that point, yeah, I'm screwed, but that's why you need to have a plan in advance! My friend & I spent a long cigarette break at work today discussing where to hole up when the zombies come. (If we're not at work, because we've already come up with a plan for that. Obviously.)

Sure, the other smokers looked at as funny at first, but after a bit we agreed that if we needed to flee, whoever got to Julian's boat in time should use it.


Atropa - May 07, 2010 1:30:04 pm PDT #28114 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Tom, I want ita to go back in time and ask your dad if he watches Firefly.

Man, that's a great plan. I fully support it. Tom, I'm very sorry.

This is why I will not go to haunted houses and yet my mother to this day will insist -- INSIST -- that I liked them as a kid.

In theory, I should LOVE haunted house -type things. LOVE. I'm a big fan of the horror genre, and I want to move into the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland. And yet, every time I have gone to a haunted house attraction, I do not have fun. My suspension of disbelief is too strong for my own good, sometimes.

(But I would LOVE to work at a haunted house attraction. Oh, that would be fun!)


Strega - May 07, 2010 1:35:21 pm PDT #28115 of 30001

I wish both nearby malls had food courts, instead of just the one.

NO, NOT A MALL!

(Too many entrances.)


Kat - May 07, 2010 1:37:14 pm PDT #28116 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

wait, jesse, why a food court?

Zombies, in my world, are slow. And the people with whom I work are stupid. I might get by on my wits alone.

Oh man, does the spring time smell of major jasmine remind anyone else of Angel?


§ ita § - May 07, 2010 1:37:27 pm PDT #28117 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Whoo! Grr!

I admit, I'd use the apocalypse as an excuse to change my wardrobe and kill things. Saving people and extending my own life...sure, if it happens. I am so not the story's hero.

Hmm. I don't own a chainsaw. That could be a problem.


tommyrot - May 07, 2010 1:41:05 pm PDT #28118 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 admit, I'd use the apocalypse as an excuse to change my wardrobe and kill things.

What would be your apocalyptic wardrobe?

Me, I'm picturing one of those vests with a billion pockets and places to attach grenades, etc. that Hollywood military types wear.

eta: Obviously there would be pants as well.


Aims - May 07, 2010 1:41:57 pm PDT #28119 of 30001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

I love rollercoasters. I love spinny, pukey thrill rides. My all time favorite rides are swing rides. My favorite rides at Cedar Point are Airmax: [link]

And Skyhawk: [link]

Both are whackadoo crazy hydraulic swingy rides that rock my world.


Zenkitty - May 07, 2010 1:42:44 pm PDT #28120 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

Very good news indeed, Burrell!


Polter-Cow - May 07, 2010 1:43:21 pm PDT #28121 of 30001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

I just had 2 slices of pizza (frozen pizza, but still pizza)

Totino's Party Pizza?


Calli - May 07, 2010 1:43:35 pm PDT #28122 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

That's great news, Burrell!

My last apartment would have been pretty defensible in a zombie apocalypse if I'd had an axe to knock off the external staircase. It was on the third floor, and the stairs were wood. In my current, ground floor apartment with the nice big windows I'd be brain salad in a quickly stilled heart beat.