"... and he lay in his blood on the highway, with a clutch of lace at his throat."
I'm so sorry, but if it makes you feel any better, my fun-time-Buffy party night involved watching a robot throw Spike through a window, so if you want to trade... no wait, I wouldn't give up that memory for anything.
Buffy ,'Get It Done'
Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
flea - Dec 15, 2014 3:11:21 pm PST #12674 of 30000
information libertarian
Beverly - Dec 15, 2014 3:12:15 pm PST #12675 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Yes, yes he did. Dammit.
Steph L. - Dec 15, 2014 3:13:08 pm PST #12676 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Ooh, we've got a goodly store of smoked paprika
Smoked paprika is SO GOOD on roasted cauliflower.
§ ita § - Dec 15, 2014 3:13:09 pm PST #12677 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I am so sad that I remember the hook of a poem I composed in high school. I wish I could remember the whole thing--it was a Michael Jackson/Nik Kershaw blend, with maybe some Robin of Sherwood (that's the UK Michael Praed series, in case I got the name wrong)--it was called "The Hooded Man."
But right now I can quote only SPN and Buffy quotes. And the odd Firefly (sorry Angel!).
"Boys II Men going on, not too hard, not to strong."
Oh, yeah, and lyrics from the golden age of hip hop (don't argue, I'm old, but not OLD old).
Oh, and just as a bonus, IO9 got me to read this story by Bradbury which I'd somehow forgotten to back when I was going through his work: [link]
Typo Boy - Dec 15, 2014 3:21:04 pm PST #12678 of 30000
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
"Full Fathom five my father lies
His bones they are of coral made
Those are the pearls that were his eyes
And nothing of him doth fade
But he doth suffer a sea change
Into something rich and strange
Sea Nymphs hourly ring his knell
Ding dong, Ding dong, Ding dong Bell
I was a great memorizer - could memorize as much stuff as I wanted, and it would fade when I no longer needed it. But I never memorized that one. It just stuck. And unlike what I deliberately memorized stayed with me.
Beverly - Dec 15, 2014 3:31:10 pm PST #12679 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Little backbrain picking up rhymes and trotting them out to apply, sometimes bizarrely. I've heard that "suffer a sea change into something rich and strange" and never knew it was Shakespeare.
No opinions on the butterscotch chips? Oatsmeal and butterscotch--both Scottish things, right? Add a little single malt to the dough for good measure? What do you think?
Dana - Dec 15, 2014 3:49:11 pm PST #12680 of 30000
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."
Oh, football, what the hell.
Jesse - Dec 15, 2014 3:59:08 pm PST #12681 of 30000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
That sounds amazing, Beverly.
"Let me lick you up and down until you stay stop."
Ahhhhh! Good one.
I have cupcakes in the oven and am already sad about how late it's going to be before they are frosted.
Jesse - Dec 15, 2014 4:01:38 pm PST #12682 of 30000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
....and I just went to check on them, and I way overfilled them! I guess they will still be cute, but I have lost my touch!
JZ - Dec 15, 2014 4:05:43 pm PST #12683 of 30000
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
I've had oatmeal butterscotch cookies and heartily endorse them.