You're wrong about River. River's not on the ship. They didn't want her here, but she couldn't make herself leave. So she melted... Melted away. They didn't know she could do that, but she did.

River ,'Objects In Space'


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.


Sophia Brooks - Jul 30, 2012 2:35:59 pm PDT #16102 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here

I just saw a post of a giraffe in a pool on tumblr and was about to submit to good stuff an. Then I realized it was good stuff.

As for falling out of the back of a pickup, that death happened multiple times in my hometown. They were all teenagers, although it was super common before the days of mini vans for all the kids to ride in the bed while the parents were in the cab. I think there even used to be sort of make shift seats on the wheels. But I am thinking there was some screwing around and or alcohol involved in the deaths. I will say that riding in the back of a pickup is nowhere near as drifting as riding in the back of a moving van and I am a scaredy cat!


Dana - Jul 30, 2012 2:45:20 pm PDT #16103 of 30001
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."

Whoa, cable guy showed up unexpectedly, with neither of us really dressed. Nothing like hiding under a blanket while someone messes with your TV.


§ ita § - Jul 30, 2012 2:59:19 pm PDT #16104 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

How did he get into your place, Dana?


Dana - Jul 30, 2012 3:01:12 pm PDT #16105 of 30001
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."

Trickery.

No, he showed up to collect the cable box. And I realize that account of the story sounds a lot more salacious than it is. Husband answered the door. I stayed on the couch under my blanket, as I was in my pajamas and unable to entertain callers.


§ ita § - Jul 30, 2012 3:05:20 pm PDT #16106 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

unable to entertain callers

Oh, don't underestimate yourself.

I think I've discovered a win-win way to end a conversation with a person who keeps jabbing back for the last word. Offer them the last word, since it clearly means a lot to them.


§ ita § - Jul 30, 2012 3:17:31 pm PDT #16107 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

My god--Modcloth has some hideous swimsuits. Look at this: [link] -- who does that flatter? And if you can't find a good model for this [link] I'm not going to risk buying it.

They have a number of classic standards, but some of their deviations are dodgy as all fuck.

And I would love to rock this [link] but I'm not sure who (apart from the model) can.


Jesse - Jul 30, 2012 3:20:24 pm PDT #16108 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

My god--Modcloth has some hideous swimsuits.

Oh my.

Jesus fuck. Now I think my cat is having an anal gland issue. If I have to take him to the vet this week, I might cry.


brenda m - Jul 30, 2012 3:22:27 pm PDT #16109 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Look at this: [link] -- who does that flatter?

When it's just too hot to wear your mom jeans to the beach.


Jesse - Jul 30, 2012 3:22:55 pm PDT #16110 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I could rock the high-bottom, but what's up with the strings?


javachik - Jul 30, 2012 3:23:49 pm PDT #16111 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.

Oh, Jesse. That sucks so much. And even more for your poor kitty!

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.

Far and away one of the most unsettling aspects of reading (your friend) Hillenbrand's book Unbroken was the startling number of lives lost in training, rescue attempts, etc.