Happy Birthday to Dylan and Javachik!!!
I'm so sorry, but if it makes you feel any better, my fun-time-Buffy party night involved watching a robot throw Spike through a window, so if you want to trade... no wait, I wouldn't give up that memory for anything.
Buffy ,'Get It Done'
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.
Sue - Jun 14, 2010 11:13:20 am PDT #6498 of 30001
hip deep in pie
JZ - Jun 14, 2010 11:13:25 am PDT #6499 of 30001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Just to clarify - the current bishop is kind of a nonentity, definitely conservative inasmuch as he has any discernible personality at all but mostly an automated platitudinous statement generator who puts most of his passion into fretting about the diocese deficit. The previous bishop was an active and fairly malignant conservabot, very definitely chosen just for his conservabotitude; he replaced the guy who had started out middle of the road as a youngish man and was a wild-eyed leftist by the time he retired.
Oh, how I wish the lefty firebrand hadn't gone and had a heart attack at his desk six years ago. I can guarantee that if the new guy had tried out those same lines in his homily when Father Bill was alive, the dinnertime conversation in the rectory that evening would have consisted entirely of:
Father Bill: So, I overheard you this morning.
New Guy: Uh...?
Father Bill: We're sending the entire planet down the shitter six ways from Sunday, the Gospel today was Mary Magdalene washing Christ's feet with her tears and wiping them with her hair, and you wasted everyone's time whining about dirty pictures and bad words? Are you fucking shitting me?
New Guy: ...
Father Bill: t shoots laserbeams from his eyes until New Guy is reduced to a pile of smoking ash, then picks up his fork and snarfs the rest of his TV dinner in contemptuous silence while everyone else tiptoes away to finish their dinners in another county
Kat - Jun 14, 2010 11:16:43 am PDT #6500 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
oh dear god What happened to Catherine Zeta Jones's face?
Zenkitty - Jun 14, 2010 11:18:05 am PDT #6501 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Looks like she fell face-first into the 1970s.
smonster - Jun 14, 2010 11:19:08 am PDT #6502 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
automated platitudinous statement generator
I love this phrase mightily.
Kat - Jun 14, 2010 11:19:22 am PDT #6503 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
HA! Oh totally. When Paula Abdul looks better than you at the same event, things are dire.
Jessica - Jun 14, 2010 11:21:16 am PDT #6504 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Interview with Anthony Bourdain on his new book. Well, sort of about his new book. Best line is:
Slashfood: You're sort of responsible for the whole chef/rock star craze.
AB: Don't blame me, man. Don't blame Guy Fieri on me. That's not my fault. That's a radiation accident.
Sophia Brooks - Jun 14, 2010 11:24:35 am PDT #6505 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
oh dear god What happened to Catherine Zeta Jones's face?
She looks like Lindsay Price? Weird.
Connie Neil - Jun 14, 2010 11:27:52 am PDT #6506 of 30001
brillig
I'm sort of fond of Guy Fieri, because he came out of that competition on the Food Network.
Kathy A - Jun 14, 2010 11:28:48 am PDT #6507 of 30001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
There's been a very strong and concerted effort on the part of the upper echelons of the church to break the liberal parishes in the East Bay.
My parish went through this back in the early 80s (coincided with JPII becoming pope). We had a great liberal parish, were viewed by the other parishes in town as the radical hippy church, and we loved it, but then the pastor retired and, instead of promoting the associate pastor who epitomized our radical hippyness to pastor, they brought in a conservative guy who put the screeching brakes on everything that was great about our church. The most prominent members of the parish left the Catholic Church completely to join the first not-quite-mega-church in town, and our family drifted away to attend church at various other parishes in town.