OMG, it didn't really hit me that tomorrow is September 11th. Damn. I will come see you all, but I think I might stay off twitter.
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
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.
They need to start putting together gardens and shit. Figuring out how to use what animals they have left. Get out pens and paper and figure how long resources might last.
The episode where they'd gone all Lord of the Flies and had a fight club was DAY 8! On day 14 they finally had a town meeting. IDEK
I did see the one where the tornado-looking cloud was swirling. How are they getting weather inside that thing? Or is better not to ask?
Sometimes? But possibly not always. Rain permeates (when required by plot, anyway) but a bomb meant to take out the county does not.
I was under the impression that the weather system was inside the dome. Though that could have been my mind desperately filling in plot holes...
I'm in an unhealthy relationship with this show. I sit here yelling at the television. I keep swearing I wont' watch it again and then I do -- it's worse than Copper for hell's sake.
If the kid who plays Jr. can act at all, though, he's going to have an amazing career.
I can't write more than about 500 hundred words of fanfic unless I yell, "Oh come on, I can write better than that!" at least once. But then, not since Star Trek: Voyager have I stuck with a show that caused me to say it more than three times. Not that I'm watching The Dome.
So the NYC mayoral election will be between a guy who wants to send every kid in the city to pre-K, and a guy who thinks MTA trains should be allowed to run over kittens. This should be fun!
Getting stuck behind an idiot driver with political bumper stickers that are not only inaccurate but riddled with bad grammar and misplaced apostrophes makes me very mean in my head.
Yesterday was only the third most humiliating day in Anthony Weiner’s life: [link]
My poor mother was in labor with me when the Billie Jean King match was on. She didn't have a partner, and her father and brothers didn't want to take her to the hospital until the match was over!
I thought Joe Lhota was the kitten-killer!
Lhota won the Republican primary.
Ohhhh -- I forgot about Republicans and party primaries. I don't think we bother with that here.
(Edit: Literally, the Boston mayoral election has a preliminary vote, not a primary.)