Fred: Oh my God! Angel, you're…cute! Angel: Fred, don't! Fred: Oh, but the little hands! And the hair! Angel: Hey! You're fired.

'Smile Time'


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.


§ ita § - Aug 14, 2012 2:35:25 pm PDT #18141 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Brave Jilli, putting yourself where the commentariat can get to you.

She's been out there a while.

All of a sudden the front desk staff at the pain doctor are treating me like...like the nurses treat me. When did this become Cheers?


Typo Boy - Aug 14, 2012 2:41:00 pm PDT #18142 of 30001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.

Does this mean they will start providing you your prescriptions in a timely manner? Cause if it does, then Yay.


brenda m - Aug 14, 2012 2:42:49 pm PDT #18143 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

Unless the job is operating some sort of machinery in which the cuff links could present a hazard.

It's a bank.


Sophia Brooks - Aug 14, 2012 2:49:30 pm PDT #18144 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here

I missed the bank part. That is really weird. If I were to costume a banker, with no other info, it would include a striped blue shirt with white color and French cuffs with cuff links


Typo Boy - Aug 14, 2012 2:54:45 pm PDT #18145 of 30001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.

My local bank has a machine for dispensing money to the tellers that looks like it could catch a cufflink .


§ ita § - Aug 14, 2012 2:59:08 pm PDT #18146 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I hate the doctors here who aren't my doctor. They lack empathy. I don't care how brilliant the exercise is, I can't hold that position without climbing two pain points. Why are you still talking?

But one of the fellows or whatever always sees you before the main man. So I get roughed up.

Typo, these aren't the people who write the script I have a hard time getting my hands on. Thank dog.


sarameg - Aug 14, 2012 3:11:50 pm PDT #18147 of 30001

Nice, Jilli!

Ended up conking out with Devi on my lap and Lokes on the shoulder.

It's been almost 5 hours since the last shot and I've still got a huge numbpatch. Lip is pins and needles, so I could drink my dinner shake (soymilk, froz bananas, handful of spinach and chocolate syrup) but I'm not up to chewing, since the inside of my lip is still numb.

I hate gum scabs. Can't wait until they are no longer recoiled in horror and everything is back to normal (my damned teeth actually shifted while waiting for the crowns, so that was interesting.) I'm afraid of the toothbrush tonight.


Consuela - Aug 14, 2012 3:13:33 pm PDT #18148 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

Way to go, Jilli! You look awesome.


Kat - Aug 14, 2012 3:25:13 pm PDT #18149 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

Ugh. ita, that sucks. I like the fellows we deal with but then I don't want to see the main doc which then irritates when the main doc has to come in and check their work.

My first class today had 104 students enrolled which made me flip out until the class stared and only 36 or 39 showed up. Whew.

I still can't access the online attendance and therefore didn't take it today.


Jessica - Aug 14, 2012 3:29:23 pm PDT #18150 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

Well I hope no other NYCistas commute over the B/Q line - cable fire on the Manhattan bridge shut down service for 4 hours tonight.

Fortunately I was already taking the F home (and leaving early) so I could go to the post office, but since everything was rerouted over the F line it was slow as hell and leaving 20 minutes early meant getting home 30 minutes late.

Then my neighbor called in a panic at 7 because she had JUST managed to get to an above-ground station with cell service, trains were completely stopped, and she needed someone to pick her kids up from daycare.

Piled my kids into the car, booked it over there, got hers, squeezed them in-between mine in the backseat (no carseats but hey, we all lived). Got all four kids home, realized it was my neighbor's turn to get the CSA tonight and obviously that wasn't happening, so left the kids with DH, got back in the car, got the veggies, and now I think I won't move again tonight if that's ok.