Gunn: The final score can't be rigged. I don't care how many players you grease, that last shot always comes up a question mark. But here's the thing. You never know when you're taking it. It could be when you're duking it out with the Legion of Doom, or just crossing the street deciding where to have brunch. So you just treat it like it was up to you—the world in balance—'cause you never know when it is.

'Underneath'


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.


smonster - Sep 11, 2011 12:12:46 pm PDT #25443 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

I don't remember if I said it or just thought it, but it really is like the whole country is feeling the need to wear Smonster's new hard hat. In an entirely un-ironic way.

Heh.

You go, Erin!!

Laundry done, along with a good chunk of a barter arrangement. Now to stop by the grocery store and/or the pet store, then home.


Jesse - Sep 11, 2011 12:13:41 pm PDT #25444 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

It's like grief-porn.

Yes.

YAY PERKINS.


Sheryl - Sep 11, 2011 12:14:10 pm PDT #25445 of 30001
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"

Back from the folk fest. The theme was "Peace and reconciliation". We were listening to traditional folk music, and it became a running joke about the performers not having any songs that fit the theme, because trad folk music.


Beverly - Sep 11, 2011 12:15:35 pm PDT #25446 of 30001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Peaches! I have some of those. I just finished a green leaf salad with egg and chicken (redundant much?) and cheese. I should have a peach.

And there will be corn on the cob for dinner.

Meanwhile I'm playing with digital photos of local color and domestic objects, and hanging out here.


Lee - Sep 11, 2011 12:25:25 pm PDT #25447 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

OOH, I have peaches too.

I hope they are not over ripe--I should go find out.


Lee - Sep 11, 2011 1:12:06 pm PDT #25448 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I can speak English, more or less, but can't seem to stop scratching things until they bleed.

What Ginger said, which is one of the reasons I don't want to take the bandage the doctor put on my toe off, even though I am supposed to today, especially after I banged it this morning at TJs and I'm pretty sure there is now more ooky stuff than there was before.


Consuela - Sep 11, 2011 1:16:13 pm PDT #25449 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

I got my nails done and hit the store(s) and now I have pizza fixings and the laundry is in the wash and the kitchen floor is scrubbed. What I should do is go cut back the bougainvillea, but I'd rather sit on my ass in front of SyFy and watch cheesy steampunk children's classics.


sarameg - Sep 11, 2011 1:17:05 pm PDT #25450 of 30001

It would be nice if I could accomplish housekeeping without causing bodily injury every time. Just knocked a tower fan into my ankle.

Got my swim in just in time, as thunderstorms started up.

Now I don't wanna anything more.


Atropa - Sep 11, 2011 1:18:49 pm PDT #25451 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

It's like grief-porn.

That's it exactly.

Thankfully most of my usual haunts online are not indulging in it. My Tumblr stream is all about Halloween, gothy fashion, books, pretty boys in eyeliner, and bats.

Not that I should be online much today, as it is the final push of organizing in prep for Kittenpocalypse tomorrow.


Allyson - Sep 11, 2011 1:23:55 pm PDT #25452 of 30001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

sars just posted a little tribute to Don at tomato nation. It's subtle and good. Every year, that's the one piece of writing that sticks out for me, and I hope Don is okay.