I'm eleven hundred and twenty years old! Just gimme a friggin' beer!

Anya ,'Storyteller'


Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Theodosia - Jun 09, 2011 12:51:38 pm PDT #12104 of 30001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"

We are currently having a big t-storm, hopefully without any bonus tornados this time. Supposed to bring us a cool front.


§ ita § - Jun 09, 2011 1:00:25 pm PDT #12105 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Did we suddenly get severely post-racial? Why is an article telling me we think of him as white? I can see some people might think of Morena Baccarin as such, but Jesse? What?


Jesse - Jun 09, 2011 1:01:28 pm PDT #12106 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I think of him sometimes!

So, I got a huge burrito for dinner. If I eat half now, can I reheat the other half somehow?


§ ita § - Jun 09, 2011 1:02:03 pm PDT #12107 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

No.

It has to stay cold forever.

What?


Polter-Cow - Jun 09, 2011 1:02:35 pm PDT #12108 of 30001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

I can see some people might think of Morena Baccarin as such

She's not?


Jesse - Jun 09, 2011 1:03:22 pm PDT #12109 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Oh, no, we don't think of him as white. Rashida Jones "we" do, though, I think.

Back to my burrito: unwrap it from the foil and re-heat in the microwave? But that wrecks the pico de gallo. Maybe I just have to finish it.


askye - Jun 09, 2011 1:04:36 pm PDT #12110 of 30001
Thrive to spite them

When I was in middle school my brother answered the phone and then handed it to me saying "it's for you". I'm pretty sure the man asked for me by name, but he may have just asked to speak to "your sister".

Anyway, the man then explained that he had my mother and unless I did exactly what he said he was going to hurt her. I don't remember exactly what he asked me to do but it was along the lines of - take off your clothes. I hung up the phone and went back into the living room where I had been watching tv with Mom and my brother.

Couple of years later there's an article in the paper about a man who'd been calling women and girls and saying he had their loved ones and telling them to take off their clothes and touch themselves and tell him what they were doing or else. And almost all of them did but few called the police.

There was also a time when Mom told me about a phone call that woke her up in the middle of the night. A man saying he was a neighbor claimed he saw some guy peeping in our windows and caught him. And the friendly neighbor I think asked Mom to describe what she was wearing or something to "prove" the peeping tom had really seen what he claimed. Mom said she was sleepy and disoriented from being woken up and almost started to tell him something. Then realized the way the house was positioned on our 2 acres of land and the stand of trees between us and the neighbors there was no way this guy could be a neighbor so she hung.


billytea - Jun 09, 2011 1:04:53 pm PDT #12111 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.

No. It has to stay cold forever.

Truly we are witnessing the Ragnarok of your burrito.


Cass - Jun 09, 2011 1:05:44 pm PDT #12112 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.

Why is an article telling me we think of him as white?

Because they are wrong?

I've reheated burritos but they are never the same, exactly. Mostly I reheat them and eat the guts. The tortillas rarely survive in edible form.


Jesse - Jun 09, 2011 1:06:12 pm PDT #12113 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Yikes, askye -- good thing your mom was there.

I also remember dirty phone calls when I was a kid, but nothing that elaborate or scary.