Saffron: But we've been wed. Aren't we to become one flesh? Mal: Well, no, uh... We're still two fleshes here, and I think that your flesh ought to sleep somewhere else.

'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet  

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.


Jesse - Apr 01, 2013 1:55:48 pm PDT #16826 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I totally want to partcipate in L'WOW!

I found this web app [link] that amongst other things tells you how old a given tumblr is.

I had idly wondered what the post limit actually is, and now knowing it is 250, I can't believe I follow people who regularly exceed it??


§ ita § - Apr 01, 2013 1:58:21 pm PDT #16827 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I can't believe I follow people who regularly exceed it??

I realise that I get scared to come back to my dash if I have a longer than usual break, because I feel I should read everything, but there's no way I really can. And, yeah, some of them do break that. Fucksticks! Also, not more than 75 original image posts in one day? I think I should hit that limit before I bow out.

I went back to my first posts, almost five years ago now, and it's all...quiet. And tagless...and me.


Jesse - Apr 01, 2013 2:03:25 pm PDT #16828 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I realise that I get scared to come back to my dash if I have a longer than usual break, because I feel I should read everything, but there's no way I really can

Oh lord -- I follow hundreds of blogs, and many of them are prolific. I just see what's there in spurts and don't worry about the rest.


Matt the Bruins fan - Apr 01, 2013 2:06:49 pm PDT #16829 of 30001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand

Somebody I might be about to unfollow on tumblr just posted this, and all I want to do is respond that salt is not a plant.

Unless she's going to sing the praises of eating raw unseasoned potatoes, she's already lost all credibility in my eyes.


aurelia - Apr 01, 2013 2:09:13 pm PDT #16830 of 30001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

I just walked around my block twice looking for my car. It was directly across from my front door.

facepalm


§ ita § - Apr 01, 2013 2:11:41 pm PDT #16831 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I just see what's there in spurts and don't worry about the rest

I fear that I'll miss some fandom news, because it's the only place I'm plugged in to girl-fandom other than here. And, obviously, boy-fandom is a lot less fun.

Hey, speaking of trashing for no good reason, I can't believe that the artist of this piece intended to not only put an expression other than discomfort on her face, but that he thinks he put her in a powerful position at the same time as the guy who "created" her look is "saving" her. Is our bar that low? Jeez.


Jesse - Apr 01, 2013 2:15:33 pm PDT #16832 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I can't even with that.


le nubian - Apr 01, 2013 2:18:38 pm PDT #16833 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."

I just walked around my block twice looking for my car. It was directly across from my front door.

So your car is playing an April Fools trick on you? Bad manners.


Dana - Apr 01, 2013 2:19:06 pm PDT #16834 of 30001
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."

Today's lesson from Judge Judy: when someone gives you money to pay some kind of debt, it's never "a gift" and Judge Judy will not believe you when you try to tell her that.


-t - Apr 01, 2013 2:26:24 pm PDT #16835 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

I go by the equinoxes and solstices. Anything else is the kind of wooly thinking that leads to being eaten.