Every planet has its own weird customs. About a year before we met, I spent six weeks on a moon where the principal form of recreation was juggling geese. My hand to God. Baby geese. Goslings. They were juggled.

Wash ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'

Goodbye and Good Riddance 2012: If the world doesn't end, I'm going to need a note  

Every year we watch the Charlie Brown special, do the Snoopy dance, wish everybody a Merry Christmukkah, and thank our Secret Santas in the good riddance thread. Which is this one, in case you were wondering. 2012--better luck next time.

Lee - Dec 01, 2012 3:28:41 pm PST #10 of 274
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Almost forgot--thank you to my secret Santa for the wine and the Thanksgiving card! Both of them made me smile.

quester - Dec 01, 2012 7:04:35 pm PST #11 of 274
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.

eleven is ok.

sumi - Dec 01, 2012 7:43:31 pm PST #12 of 274
Art Crawl!!!

Happy December!!!

I have a friend who is storing canned goods just in case things go kerflooey at winter solstice and yet we don't all die right away.

§ ita § - Dec 01, 2012 8:09:31 pm PST #13 of 274
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I refuse to accept any end of the world I survive. What kind of fucking around half-assed job is that? ALL OR NOTHING BITCHES. Don't go mistaking "decimation" for "good enough."

Beverly - Dec 02, 2012 12:05:14 am PST #14 of 274
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

I'll take first fifteen, that's pretty rare. I haven't summed up yet, though.

msbelle - Dec 02, 2012 3:22:10 am PST #15 of 274
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

kinda watch from the hall.

BTW I reference those Motts commercials all the time. "I got the Motts"

Jesse - Dec 02, 2012 4:18:25 am PST #16 of 274
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I refuse to accept any end of the world I survive. What kind of fucking around half-assed job is that? ALL OR NOTHING BITCHES. Don't go mistaking "decimation" for "good enough."

Seriously. If it's the end of the world, I'm not worried, since I won't be here.

SailAweigh - Dec 02, 2012 5:06:01 am PST #17 of 274
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

As one of my good friends used to say, "Once I'm dead, my vote is canceled anyway. Do whatever you want with me." In reference to burial or cremation; but, seriously. If the world's going out with a bang, I damn well better be the biggest and brightest explosion anywhere.

I gots a pressie! It came from C. Kringle by way of msbelle: [link]

They're my Avenger squinkies and they're adorable. Fury brought everyone in the Quinjet. Black Widow and Thor are ready to back up Steve and Tony. Steve is riding Tony, as is right and proper according to comics cannon. Hulk is ready to do some headbanging with Loki and Hawkeye is locked and loaded in case Hulk changes back and can't play pattycake with Loki.

Steph L. - Dec 02, 2012 6:22:50 am PST #18 of 274
It's actually been a really hard year, when you stop and do the math. Eliot would cry, too, if it didn't take him seventy minutes of therapy, two cocktails, and a Sondheim medley before he can experience a human emotion through the haze of his PTSD.

They're my Avenger squinkies and they're adorable.

I have those on my desk at work. I love them madly, despite (or because?) Hulk only has one pants leg. And Iron Man wants you to stop in the name of love.

smonster - Dec 02, 2012 10:29:59 am PST #19 of 274
All that and Lynda Carter too. - WindSparrow

They're my Avenger squinkies


Hmm. December.