woops sorry. Edited to add the link. I got it from LJ, not here.
Illyria: Wesley's dead. I'm feeling grief for him. I can't seem to control it. I wish to do more violence. Spike: Well, wishes just happen to be horses today.
'Not Fade Away'
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.
Consuela - Mar 25, 2011 6:05:31 am PDT #230 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
Consuela - Mar 25, 2011 6:07:45 am PDT #231 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
billytea - Mar 25, 2011 6:09:32 am PDT #232 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.
Hee. From the article:
"The first lesson TV supergeniuses have drilled into audiences is that it's possible to acquire absolute mastery in multiple fields while still young enough to be attractive to the 18-35 demographic. A few of them are Australian enough to be attractive to every demographic."
Lee - Mar 25, 2011 6:24:41 am PDT #233 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Ugh, Lisah. I hope there is no third, and that things work out for your friends.
Kathy A - Mar 25, 2011 6:25:24 am PDT #234 of 30001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
Ugh. I was just telling the receptionist that I haven't had any problems with my food making a reappearance for a few weeks now, and then I ate the Egg Beater omelet that the cafeteria made me. Or rather, I tried to eat it. Just got back from the bathroom, and I feel much better now. They use waaaay too much oil on the griddle and put waaaaay too much cheese on the omelet, and my stomach no likey.
Steph L. - Mar 25, 2011 7:04:06 am PDT #235 of 30001
the hardest to learn / was the least complicated
that Cracked.com article is fantastic
I couldn't get past the picture of Pacey. There's an article?
Oh, Joshua Jackson. You, like fine wine and George Clooney, just get so much better with time.
SuziQ - Mar 25, 2011 7:20:37 am PDT #236 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Just moved cubicles. Wheee? At first they had me going into, what I consider, a bad luck cubicle. Last two people in that cube were fired/placed on mental leave. No thank you. Now I'm all moved into a different cube. It is going to take a while to get used to the new place.
We had to move because our old space is needed for storage. wtf?!?!?
DavidS - Mar 25, 2011 7:26:13 am PDT #237 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Now I'm all moved into a different cube. It is going to take a while to get used to the new place.
Are you away from super stinky smoker guy?
SuziQ - Mar 25, 2011 7:30:41 am PDT #238 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Oh, oh, yeah!!! He is technically a teleworker. When he comes in he will be using a cube near my new area, but I have different route of escape now instead of HAVING to walk by where he is sitting.
It is amazing how little stuff I had to move. The vast majority is my desk toys and personal stuff. Guess we are taking steps closer to a paperless office.
Zenkitty - Mar 25, 2011 7:35:38 am PDT #239 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
I concur with all statements previously made here re: Highlander.
That Cracked article has made me realize why I haven't "done more" with my life: it's not because I'm not a supergenius! It's because I'm a regular human who's lazy and gets bored easily, and doesn't want to invest many many years doing *anything*. ...No, wait, I knew that.
I called in sick to work again today, because the chainsaws and woodchipper started up again at 9am. It's all about 50 yards from my office window, and I couldn't deal. Maybe I'm a whiny baby, but how the hell am I supposed to concentrate with screeching machinery AND an earache that makes wearing earplugs uncomfortable? It's been quiet for a couple hours now, but the machine is still there, lurking, waiting for me to drop my guard and relax. I have no hope for continued silence until I can look outside and that big yellow menace is gone.