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 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.


smonster - Aug 12, 2012 4:14:43 pm PDT #17939 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Vortex, downloaded.

Because I know you were on tenterhooks - I roasted most of the okra, and sauteed some of that in butter and garlic with the portobellos and served it over pasta with parmesan. The rest of the uncooked okra will go into a maque choux tomorrow. I think I'll make mashed turnips. Limes - I'll probably just make limeade.


Ginger - Aug 12, 2012 4:24:01 pm PDT #17940 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

They created part of the closing ceremonies just for Jilli.


Tom Scola - Aug 12, 2012 4:25:13 pm PDT #17941 of 30001
hwæt

She already posted about it on her Tumblr.


Consuela - Aug 12, 2012 4:33:33 pm PDT #17942 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

Well, most apples aren't in season right now locally

My sister's green apples are ripe. They're not particularly sweet, but they have a nice crispness to them. We're thinking of canning apple-pie filling to use in the winter.


Atropa - Aug 12, 2012 4:36:11 pm PDT #17943 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

They created part of the closing ceremonies just for Jilli.

They did! Between that part, and the Mary Poppins Army, it really was just for me. All they needed was to throw some bats or vampires in there. Good job, London. Good job.


Scrappy - Aug 12, 2012 4:38:30 pm PDT #17944 of 30001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

My DH's Uncle Joe has died. [link] He was the nicest man you would ever want to meet. We used to go out there for Passover every year. Uncle Joe has never been the same since his adored wife died, so in that way it's not as sad as it could be. I am very happy that Jason got to go out and have dinner with the family the last time he was in NYC a couple of months ago.


Tom Scola - Aug 12, 2012 4:40:01 pm PDT #17945 of 30001
hwæt

I posted about that in Other Media, Scrappy. I'm so sorry.


Vortex - Aug 12, 2012 4:40:04 pm PDT #17946 of 30001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

Oh, sorry Scrappy. Love to J as well.


§ ita § - Aug 12, 2012 4:41:17 pm PDT #17947 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I am going to wager that one of the reasons it takes a bit longer than IT GODDAMNED SHOULD to get my prescriptions filled at the Walgreens is because they force the pharmacist to call customers and ask how they're doing with their new meds. I've had three of the Wellbutrin pills so far...everything is just peachy, thanks.

The guy has no bedside manner at all. Everything sounds clipped and cursory, but damn it, he tries anyway. Just like when he "comforts" me about having to provide ID to get sleeping pills, or whatever. A for effort, pharmacy man.

He should meet the cluster of women at the non-franchise place near my pain doc. They're really empathetic--they're the ones that spent almost ten minutes looking for something that cut $75 off my prescription costs--they're the ones that sent me back to the doctor because they weren't sure I should be taking this dosage--never before had a pharmacist sent me back to the doctor to get stronger pain meds.


§ ita § - Aug 12, 2012 4:43:28 pm PDT #17948 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

How did I knot know Uncle Joe was Joe Kubert? I'm sorry for your family's loss. Talk about a man who left his mark on his chosen profession. I'm sure his personal impact was felt by his loved ones even more.