Niska: Mr. Reynolds? You died, Mr. Reynolds. Mal: Seemed like the thing to do.

'War Stories'


Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.  

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.


Strix - May 22, 2010 8:57:14 am PDT #1122 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

47??!!


smonster - May 22, 2010 8:58:47 am PDT #1123 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Happy birthday, Java cat!

That is... quite the age difference.

People bought my stuff, a lot of it anyway. I still have a bunch left, and am feeling pangs at a few of the things I sold, but I have a fat wad of cash and checks to console. Lord, the amount I spent on belly dance stuff.


§ ita § - May 22, 2010 9:12:33 am PDT #1124 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

The comments on that JM article make me laugh. I didn't read too far, since it's best to stop while you can still laugh.

Then again, I've been reading the Jezebel entry on worst sex stories ever, and I think I've laughed enough at complete strangers on the internet for the day.


Strix - May 22, 2010 9:20:57 am PDT #1125 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Oh, thanks, ita. I needed to read something new.

My allergies are acting up -- ugh.


meara - May 22, 2010 9:24:38 am PDT #1126 of 30001

Perkins, there was just a thing from groupon about changing the terms so thongs can't expire--I think at least they change to being worth what you paid, if not what it's supposed to be. Check into it.


Strix - May 22, 2010 9:53:36 am PDT #1127 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

That's the most excellent typo, ever, meara!


sarameg - May 22, 2010 10:22:11 am PDT #1128 of 30001

Man, that was not the emergency vet visit I expected to make this weekend. Half of Mister Kitty's face swole up. He got a shot of benadryl and a longlasting antibiotic. They couldn't see any ulcers or abcesses, so I'm to keep giving him benadryl and talk to the vet on monday. I also have her cell in case it gets worse over the weekend.

Sigh. And I'd just returned from the lake, so I went to the vets' a sweaty dripping mess.

And now I'm going to go for a swim. Weekend schedule is shot all to hell, but oh well.

Please let the benadryl work, because if it is an infection, it antibiotics alone probably won't be enough, and in Mister Kitty's condition, anesthesia has a good chance of killing him.

Not my weekend.


Lee - May 22, 2010 10:39:20 am PDT #1129 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Poor Mr. Kitty, and poor Sarameg.

I hope whatever it is goes away with the benadryl.


Jesse - May 22, 2010 10:43:44 am PDT #1130 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Poor Mister Kitty! I hope the rest of your weekend is better.

Then again, I've been reading the Jezebel entry on worst sex stories ever, and I think I've laughed enough at complete strangers on the internet for the day.

Holy shitballs. There went the rest of my afternoon...


smonster - May 22, 2010 10:48:33 am PDT #1131 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

I am stuck in race traffic at an outlet mall. Kill. Me. Now.