No. You're missing the point. The design of the thing is functional. The plan is not to shoot you. The plan is to get the girl. If there's no girl, then the plan, well, is like the room.

Early ,'Objects In Space'


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.


Aims - Jun 17, 2010 7:56:11 am PDT #7244 of 30001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Nice fucking try, Tino. Next time you tell someone in the office that they need to talk to me because I need to order a supply we are out of in an attempt to make me look incompetent, check your fucking inbox to see that a) there are 4 Office Depot orders pending for YOUR fucking release and have been there since MONDAY and 2) one of those orders contains the exact supply your temp is looking for.

Eff you, dillweed.


Hil R. - Jun 17, 2010 7:56:45 am PDT #7245 of 30001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

There's also an Amy in Sondheim's "Company." Really, you're in luck if you have any one of the women's names in that musical. So Jenny, Joanne, Sarah, Susan, and Amy.

According to Sondheim on Sondheim, in one of the earlier versions of that show, Amy didn't marry Paul, but she ended up marrying Bobby at the end, and the show ended with a song called "A Multitude of Amys," or something like that.


Jessica - Jun 17, 2010 7:56:54 am PDT #7246 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

Bah - my pad thai is too sweet and they didn't give me any lime wedges. t /firstworldproblems


Dana - Jun 17, 2010 7:58:53 am PDT #7247 of 30001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.

And the show ended with a song called "A Multitude of Amys," or something like that.

Yeah, "Multitudes of Amys." [link]

Let us hear no more complaints from the Amys.


tommyrot - Jun 17, 2010 7:59:35 am PDT #7248 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.

they didn't give me any lime wedges.

Those fuckers!


amych - Jun 17, 2010 8:00:16 am PDT #7249 of 30001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

I didn't even complain! I was too busy hiding under the desk pounding my head against the floor to escape that Other earworm that is so very not Sondheim.


Sue - Jun 17, 2010 8:03:27 am PDT #7250 of 30001
hip deep in pie

I think I hate all songs with my name in them: Wake Up Little Susie, Boy Named Sue, Crocodile Rock, Susie Q, Oh Susanna.

I especially dislike being called Susie.


tommyrot - Jun 17, 2010 8:05:48 am PDT #7251 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.

When I was a kid I loved the song "Tom Dooley." (Yeah, I was kind of morbid.)

That's the only "Tom" song that comes to mind....


megan walker - Jun 17, 2010 8:06:50 am PDT #7252 of 30001
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist

Dude! Major Tom!


Calli - Jun 17, 2010 8:08:08 am PDT #7253 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

Not a lot of Heathers in pop music, to my knowledge. But we get a pretty decent movie, so I'm ok with it.