Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.

Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'


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.


Lee - May 07, 2011 3:37:06 pm PDT #7404 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I just put apple crisp in the oven.

I should therefore be cleaning the kitchen, but somehow that isn't happening.


beth b - May 07, 2011 3:49:03 pm PDT #7405 of 30001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

I just got home from work and am now trapped by acat. At least I have an iPhone, but I might just have to nap


chrismg - May 07, 2011 3:50:12 pm PDT #7406 of 30001
"...and then Legolas and the Hulk destroy the entire Greek army." - Penny Arcade

I have sent out one round of bills.

I have put new tires on the car.

I have done laundry for the week. I have CLEANED THE GODDAMN TOILET.

This "grownup responsibility" thing is FOR THE BIRDS.


Consuela - May 07, 2011 4:04:23 pm PDT #7407 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

I spent the morning with my mother, where I clipped the dog's nails, swept & mopped the floors, ordered a wheelchair, and scrubbed the cabinets. Then I ran some errands and took a nap and took the dog for a walk.

And now I'm going out to see my BIL play saxophone for an amateur funk band at some warehouse in the Mission. I would rather, frankly, stay home and sleep. Ah, well.


Kathy A - May 07, 2011 4:04:24 pm PDT #7408 of 30001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

Yummmm, apple crisp. That's sounds delicious! (I've been craving something sweet all day long, but am currently eating crab cakes with aioli sauce instead. I'll have a clementine before bed for my sweet fix.)


shrift - May 07, 2011 4:14:32 pm PDT #7409 of 30001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

I slept late, and then went to the Music Box to see Frankenstein streaming live from London's National Theatre. A bunch of us had a late lunch after at Uncommon Ground. Got in about 4 miles of walking during all of that.

Now I'm crashed out and watching episodes of Craig Ferguson.


-t - May 07, 2011 4:18:19 pm PDT #7410 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

I just had crab cakes for dinner! Synchronicity.

I have also been successfully avoiding grown up responsibility all week. I really like when I can do that. Apologies to everyone who cannot.


Kathy A - May 07, 2011 4:21:43 pm PDT #7411 of 30001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

Frankenstein streaming live from London's National Theatre

Lucky you! Oh, well.

Crab cakes for everyone! I had bought some tartar sauce to eat with it, not knowing that the box had aioli sauce inside. A much tastier choice than the tartar sauce.


sarameg - May 07, 2011 4:23:59 pm PDT #7412 of 30001

I have been way too fucking grownup the past couple weeks. It's tiring.

...I don't like crabcakes. I live in and love Baltimore. But I can't get on the crabcake train. I basically don't like 90% of seafood. And the smell of fishy things is awful to me. It's what happens when you grow up in a desert. The few fishy things I like are fresh trout (it was in the rivers and lakes) and shrimp, because we had crawdad/crayfish from the irrigation ditches and close enough.

But I don't love them. Just don't find them gross and weird tasting.


shrift - May 07, 2011 4:37:46 pm PDT #7413 of 30001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

Lucky you! Oh, well.

They added more dates that don't appear to be on the website, Wednesday @ 7:30 and next Saturday @ 2pm. It might be worth calling the box office to ask.

I will caution anyone with sexual assault triggers who is thinking about attending the show.