Riley: Maybe I should just let you rest. Buffy: You sure? I bet if you just lay down with me- Riley: Nothing you are about to say will lead to rest.

'Lessons'


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.


sarameg - Jan 11, 2011 4:14:04 pm PST #16344 of 30001

I know how unfun nonlucid moms are, Jilli.

So...despite everyone's worst fears (I wasn't the only sick looking person wandering around the parking garage) it looks like we've mostly recovered. Remains to be seen how the hardware holds up and stuff that was happening when the power cut off for the halon to blow, but...We recovered. In record time. HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

(Though a big enough mess left that I've been working on getting the archive ingest and delivery system up for the past 3 hours.)


tommyrot - Jan 11, 2011 4:15:02 pm PST #16345 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.

what my sister calls implied bestiality,

No, he's just going to give the horse a friendly, non-sexual kiss.


Sophia Brooks - Jan 11, 2011 4:21:00 pm PST #16346 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here

It really looked like a camel!


-t - Jan 11, 2011 4:28:19 pm PST #16347 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Glad for stability, Jilli, and I hope for much more improvement soon.

Congrats on the quick recovery, sarameg, that's amazing!

Funny how I find the guys wearing just shirts more risque than the completely naked guys. I don't know what to think about the horse.


amych - Jan 11, 2011 4:33:10 pm PST #16348 of 30001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

I think what I think of tramp-stamp guy with horse is... yeah. Just. Huh. Yeah.

But then I'm almost equally confused by the commenters who are all "they're way too beefy." Hello, rugby? Have you met it?


hippocampus - Jan 11, 2011 4:34:09 pm PST #16349 of 30001
not your mom's socks.

Continued ~ma for the mother of Reason


smonster - Jan 11, 2011 4:40:30 pm PST #16350 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Lots of ~ma for Jilli's mom.

Mmm, rugby. Mmmm.

Hey, hivemind, anybody got a link to that supertasty spaghetti sauce that's go massive amounts of butter or whatever?


Cass - Jan 11, 2011 4:42:27 pm PST #16351 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

One can San Marzanno tomatoes, one onion halved, four tablespoons butter. Simmer forty-five minutes. Discard onion halves.


SailAweigh - Jan 11, 2011 4:42:49 pm PST #16352 of 30001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

Here, smonster: [link]


Cass - Jan 11, 2011 4:43:10 pm PST #16353 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

By which I mean, no, I don't have a link but I know the recipe.