ION, awesome fractal table: [link]
Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I read this as noromovirus and worried! I don't want to stop shipping!
ita, I don't know what this means!
Calli, thanks, and thanks for your phone call. I called my pharmacy, and they are delivering my prescriptions, because they (like you) are awesome. So your evening is free!
ita, I don't know what this means!
Heh. Noromo = No Romance.
Noromo = No Romance.
It is, I think, a term that originated in X Files fandom. You had the M/S shippers, and the noromo camp.
I'm sorry you're sick, but if you have anti-shipping cooties, I worry they can be transmitted by keyboard.
I called my pharmacy, and they are delivering my prescriptions, because they (like you) are awesome. So your evening is free!
Yay! You get your drugs and I get to go drink. A story with a happy ending, buffista-style.
How lovely if the right-wingers were all taken bodily up into the heaven that they deserve. Then we could get back to work.
The groom's sister is pissed off with the restrictions on her dress. I've just seen a picture. It looks good! She's having it shortened from floor-length to mid thigh. We are such...I don't know why anyone marries into our family and invites us to the events.
Some sort of barrier a man could put over his junk
They had an argument against that too, I had to go back to the video to find it. There's a guy sitting on a car, I'll name him "Sparky", who explains. Sparky notes that condoms encourage men to just use women with no repercussions. Sparky goes on to explain that if you want to have sex with a woman you need to be prepared for the consequences and that's children. I don't think Sparky's worldview can conceive (excuse the pun)of a woman wanting to have sex with condom-having guy or being condom-having gal.
We are such...I don't know why anyone marries into our family and invites us to the events.
You all are entertaining?
Noromo = No Romance.
Ahaha. Gotcha. I wouldn't wish that on you, no way.
Yay! You get your drugs and I get to go drink. A story with a happy ending, buffista-style.
Truly.
WHAT. THE. SHIT. I'm leaving the asscaps in this time. T. just called, and the second half of his consulting gig got canceled, so we're not going to Orange County after all. We're flying back to Portland Tuesday evening.
I'm laughing. Expect this to change eight more times.