Yeah, it's kind of amazing that the 1996 season changed nothing. (I was thrown out of a Quickie Mart in 1996 when I picked up the Outside magazine with the article that became Into Thin Air and stood there reading it for, like, 2 hours.)
Lindsey: Why--why did you... Lorne: One last job. You're not part of the solution, Lindsey. You never will be. Lindsey: You kill me? A flunky?! I'm not just...Angel...kills me. You...Angel... Lorne: Good night, folks.
'Not Fade Away'
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.
flea - May 23, 2012 7:27:21 am PDT #6335 of 30001
information libertarian
tommyrot - May 23, 2012 8:02:26 am PDT #6336 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Mom, Dad, I Have Something To Tell You. I'm Black.
Is it harder to be black or to be gay? Wanda Sykes has an opinion on that.
tommyrot - May 23, 2012 8:06:58 am PDT #6337 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Oh, here's that picture of all the climbers on Everest: [link]
DavidS - May 23, 2012 8:11:38 am PDT #6338 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
The God of Mischief is a good name for a cocktail.
tommyrot - May 23, 2012 8:13:16 am PDT #6339 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Oh, and there was a climber who was determined to bring his bicycle to the summit. (He wasn't allowed to.)
§ ita § - May 23, 2012 8:18:33 am PDT #6340 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I actually like to think of Iron Man as somewhere between a tequila sunrise and a dusty nail, and it amuses me highly.
Climbing Everest will probably be a challenge that bests me, but it does look like it's losing its cachet in more ways than one--I mean, the fact that you can "just" pay someone to take you has to start to mean that paying someone to take you doesn't mean as much...but evidently I'm not used to the psychology of buying myself achievements.
I see there's an ad saying "check this website out if you live a 'maybe life'--if you have more than 15 migraine days per month". It both makes me want to cry and smash the television. I recently read some posts on a migraine forum and it was simultaneously many conflicting things, but I now know for sure that I'm petty enough to resent people not named me who are cured of chronic attacks. I'm sure if I knew them, I could be happy, but just as random non-ita !s. I'm bitter as all fuck.
brenda m - May 23, 2012 8:47:00 am PDT #6341 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
I'm kind of bitter on your behalf.
sumi - May 23, 2012 8:55:33 am PDT #6342 of 30001
Art Crawl!!!
Consuela - May 23, 2012 8:57:44 am PDT #6343 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
sumi, that's great, but I'm kind of appalled that it took until 2012. I mean, how long have women been competing with men in Olympic equestrian events? How long has it been since women basically took over the horse world?
§ ita § - May 23, 2012 8:59:12 am PDT #6344 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
No brenda! Someone has to have sunshine! I can't do it...you have to go on without me...
Does anyone know if [link] really doesn't have any partisan agendas? I thought it was an interesting premise, in their approach to codifying complex responses. I don't know if it works, but it piqued my interest.
And I can't work out if my attitude towards the United Nations is nostalgia or based in anything. They were just *the shit* while I was little. It seemed unconscionable that the world could live in any sort of unity without them. But that's entirely based on propaganda lapped up by a six year old. Confusing.