Falling off pickup trucks? There aren't many good ways to die, but that's really really not one. Please don't do that.
That's how my uncle died in WWII. Fell off the back of a troop carrier and bonked his head. Kaput.
Faith: A kid. Angel's got a kid. Wesley: Connor. Faith: A teenage kid born last year. Wesley: I told you, he grew up in a hell dimension. Faith: Right. And what, Cordelia spent her last summer as… Wesley: A divine being. Faith: Uh-huh. Can I just ask--What the hell are you people doing?
'Why We Fight'
Natter 70: Hookers and Blow
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.
DavidS - Jul 30, 2012 12:50:27 pm PDT #16092 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Jesse - Jul 30, 2012 12:56:50 pm PDT #16093 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Uggghhhh. My poor cat puked everywhere today. Granted, my apartment is a nightmare of boxes, so I'm sure he's stressed out in addition to being sick, but now he's hiding in the closet, which is such a recent development, it makes me sad. Poor sick boo!
§ ita § - Jul 30, 2012 12:57:09 pm PDT #16094 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
What was the name of that movie where someone's uncle (I think) dies because a pig fell on him (off a balcony, maybe)?
Uh...which is not to make light of your uncle, just that it made me think of the friend whose uncle died in an airplane crash, while he was driving a bus (Italian air traffic control not so good with small planes???), and that always takes me to the pig movie place.
sumi - Jul 30, 2012 1:02:44 pm PDT #16095 of 30001
Art Crawl!!!
DavidS - Jul 30, 2012 1:16:26 pm PDT #16096 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Uh...which is not to make light of your uncle,
He was the only good one on that side of the family too.
just that it made me think of the friend whose uncle died in an airplane crash, while he was driving a bus (Italian air traffic control not so good with small planes???), and that always takes me to the pig movie place.
It's something that the military is aware of, but tends to get glossed over, but massive troop deployment always winds up taking its share of casualties on shit like that. I was surprised to find out that friendly fire accounts for about 20% of battle casualties.
Sheryl - Jul 30, 2012 1:23:34 pm PDT #16097 of 30001
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
Timelies all!
First day at the new job, and I didn't do very much. Not my fault, the IT person didn't get over to the lab to set up my computer.(Same computer I had at the old lab. The summer student and I brought it over.)
Consuela - Jul 30, 2012 1:30:36 pm PDT #16098 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
I feel all virtuous & shit. When I was in the mountains this weekend, I found someone's Visa card on the ground by the trailhead. So I just googled the guy up and called him, and I'm going to go mail it back to him. Go me.
Jesse - Jul 30, 2012 1:39:15 pm PDT #16099 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Go you, indeed!
To make myself feel better, I went and got an overpriced pork torta and agua de jamaica from a taco truck, while returning my one remaining library book. Mmmm.....delicious feelings.
§ ita § - Jul 30, 2012 1:52:17 pm PDT #16100 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I just dressed down a developer where a bunch of people could hear me, but I'm really over coddling his feelings. And I sent out a "can you help us debug?" email on his behalf to two other developers, because I don't trust him to communicate anymore. And if he is pissed about that, he can just step up his game and get there before I do.
§ ita § - Jul 30, 2012 2:35:29 pm PDT #16101 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Man, I just kind of out of nowhere remember my tween obsession with Lobsang Rampa (took me less time than I'd expected to remember the name, considering), and my deep conviction (read: desperate wish) that he was telling the truth about his mysticism/magic, despite being a plumber from Devon. His were the sort of books we weren't allowed to have in the house, that my mother would pitch a fit if she found. And, yeah, no real surprise there. At best, fetishistic appropriation. At best.