Lorne: Take care of yourself and ah, make sure fluffy is getting enough love. Gunn: Did he have anything? Fred: No. And who's fluffy? Are you fluffy? Gunn: He called me fluffy? Fred: He said make sure…wait. You don't think he was referring to anything of mine that's fluffy, do you? Because that would just be inappropriate.

'Conviction (1)'


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.


Amy - Nov 23, 2012 1:31:19 pm PST #1900 of 30001
Because books.

I actually do come from a long line of Boones from West Virginia. For what that's worth.


Jesse - Nov 23, 2012 1:31:56 pm PST #1901 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I don't have any either, -t.


msbelle - Nov 23, 2012 1:38:32 pm PST #1902 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

No connection to Daniel Boone that I know of and I would be shocked if I have any Native American blood. Shockingly white - dominated by English and Dutch.


Dana - Nov 23, 2012 1:41:50 pm PST #1903 of 30001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.

I have to carol outside in about an hour. I am supposed to dress "festively". The warmest red or green thing I have is a pajama top. I'm wearing it.


Jesse - Nov 23, 2012 1:45:46 pm PST #1904 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Wearing it over your coat? Because that sounds like a plan.


-t - Nov 23, 2012 1:46:36 pm PST #1905 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Festive warm pajama top! Awesome!


Matt the Bruins fan - Nov 23, 2012 1:48:43 pm PST #1906 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

Note to self: do not take 3+ hour nap after eating kadai chicken and veggie curry. I haven't had heartburn this bad in quite some time.

Family Thanksgiving was great yesterday. One of my youngest second cousins put on an impromptu singing recital for the crowd, and over 2/3 of the apple pie I baked was eaten.


Dana - Nov 23, 2012 1:49:24 pm PST #1907 of 30001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.

No, it will be under the coat. I figure that's about as much as they can expect from me.


aurelia - Nov 23, 2012 1:57:11 pm PST #1908 of 30001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

You could wrap it around your head.


Tom Scola - Nov 23, 2012 2:04:00 pm PST #1909 of 30001
Mr. Scola’s wardrobe by Botany 500

Posted because my analyst is out today:

So, my one sister was spending her Thanksgiving at her in-laws, and my other sister made plans to go on vacation this weekend, so it was just me and my Mom for Thanksgiving yesterday. I took the bus to NJ to my Mom’s, where she had made reservations for the two of us at a nearby restaurant.

As we were waiting for our food, my sister calls, and it turns out, my sister never went away on vacation. She had invited my Mom and I to her place, but my Mom declined, without telling me. She unilaterally decided that I wouldn’t want to go, and I wouldn’t have found out if my sister hadn’t called.

Not really my Mom’s fault, but the food was terrible. The turkey was dry and bland. Bleah.

During dinner, we had this conversation:

Mom: So have you talked to your father recently?

Me: No.

Mom: Why not?

Me: Because I don’t like him.

Mom: Why don’t you ?

Me: Because he abused me growing up.

Mom: (confused) He never beat you or anything.

Me: What he did was just as bad as beating me.

Mom: Did he berate you, the way he did your sister?

Me: (getting peeved) You were there.

I have no idea why I should be surprised, but the level of denial on my Mom’s really floored me. My analyst keeps encouraging me to confront my parents, to tell them how I feel, and I had a prime opportunity yesterday, but I didn’t. I shut the conversation down like I usually do. I was pissed, but I held everything in.

In short, worst Thanksgiving ever.