It would definitely be the second-best part of having Prince drop by.
Angel: You're lying. Gwen: I'm fibbing. It's lying, only classier.
'Just Rewards (2)'
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.
Jesse - Jan 19, 2011 11:25:33 am PST #17634 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
billytea - Jan 19, 2011 11:28:23 am PST #17635 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Yeah. But he was wrong about the whole "Two thousand zero zero party's over oops out of time" thing.
Technically, "Two thousand zero zero" would be the year 200,000. So there's still time to be out of time.
So Jesse, 'fess up--did you forget to wash your hands?
I've just been reading about how hard it was to get doctors to wash their hands. (All hospital staff really, but doctors are the worst offenders.) Apparently the most effective measure was taking a handprint in a petrie dish from one of the leading doctors and letting the bacteria develop, then using it as the screen saver on all the computers.
brenda m - Jan 19, 2011 11:31:48 am PST #17636 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Sure, but will we even remember how to party like it's 1999 by then?
Best to stay on top of these things.
Ginger - Jan 19, 2011 11:38:40 am PST #17637 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I don't even remember how to party like it's 1999 now.
tommyrot - Jan 19, 2011 11:39:54 am PST #17638 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.
I don't even remember how to party like it's 1999 now.
Party like Y2K is about to get you?
Tom Scola - Jan 19, 2011 11:39:56 am PST #17639 of 30001
hwæt
I don't even remember how to party like it's 1999 now.
It's just like partying now, except that all the dudes have goatees.
Gudanov - Jan 19, 2011 11:43:08 am PST #17640 of 30001
Coding and Sleeping
It's just like partying now, except that all the dudes have goatees.
And jobs.
billytea - Jan 19, 2011 11:50:28 am PST #17641 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Sure, but will we even remember how to party like it's 1999 by then?
Clearly, we need to prepare a time capsule containing a raspberry beret, diamonds and pearls, and a little red corvette. (After some consideration, I decided that cream would be an inappropriate addition. As would the most beautiful girl in the world.)
§ ita § - Jan 19, 2011 11:59:59 am PST #17642 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Way back when, I once wanted to go for Halloween as a Prince song. Raspberry beret, diamonds and pearls, pink cashmere coat, peaches and cream, yadda yadda. Then I realised no one I would be partying with would get the joke. I need new friends.
I'm not going to my sister's wedding. She wants to play musical chairs, so everyone has to sit with someone they don't know at some point in the reception. She got up to go speak to someone new during this last one (to get an idea, she said, of how traditionally Hasidic the goings on were). So she missed the Thriller dance and the second line. Serves her right.
Hil, in a Hasidic wedding, is it cheating for the guys to peer through the curtain at the women dancing? People on both sides looked pissed when the inevitable crossovers happened and some guys went over the to the chick side, and some chicks started humping guys on the guy side, but no one seemed to think peeking was against the rules.
erikaj - Jan 19, 2011 12:05:15 pm PST #17643 of 30001
"already on the kiss-cam with Karl Marx"-
Lisah, do the junkie hookers have to notify that cafe chick? Or is the underground economy safe from intellectual-property disputes.