Cool cool cool.
VAMPIRE ARMS!
Saffron: But we've been wed. Aren't we to become one flesh? Mal: Well, no, uh... We're still two fleshes here, and I think that your flesh ought to sleep somewhere else.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
juliana - May 16, 2011 1:39:08 pm PDT #8499 of 30001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Lee - May 16, 2011 1:42:27 pm PDT #8500 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
YAY
Steph L. - May 16, 2011 1:42:28 pm PDT #8501 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Well, for a start, I put in "literally" and some gender unspecific pronouns.
That made me literally burst with happiness.
Now I have some cleaning to do.
Ginger - May 16, 2011 1:50:09 pm PDT #8502 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Typing after bursting is pretty impressive.
Steph L. - May 16, 2011 1:50:45 pm PDT #8503 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Well, I'm a professional. Not everybody could do it.
sarameg - May 16, 2011 3:37:45 pm PDT #8504 of 30001
So in the locker room tonight, there was a couple women talking basketball, I think one had been the younger's teacher or something. They clearly knew each other, but hadn't talked in a while. Anyway, turns out the younger is a Crystal who plays for the Washington Mystics. After googling, it has to be her: [link]
Anyway, it was a fascinating conversation to overhear. She seemed really amazed at the things she's been able to experience.
sarameg - May 16, 2011 4:59:37 pm PDT #8505 of 30001
Oooh,my country. Watching Freedom Riders. It's infuriating.
Jesse - May 16, 2011 5:01:18 pm PDT #8506 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
The whole thing is so crazy and awful. I remembered my mother is out of town (in Nashville!), so I called my father to make sure he was OK. I said, Well, you know how the story ends -- we have a black president now!
Jesse - May 16, 2011 5:04:25 pm PDT #8507 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
(Obviously, he knows what all happened back then -- they were in VISTA in the south a few years later, and one of their friends lived in the black town outside Anniston, where the bus got burned out in 61.)
sarameg - May 16, 2011 5:05:36 pm PDT #8508 of 30001
Your parents were a part of it?
And the story hasn't ended, really. All I have to do is read the comments on the local rag. Uhg.