Jessica, that is what I meant. Can I blame pregnancy brain?
Tell me more good stuff about me.
Kaylee ,'The Message'
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.
sj - Mar 07, 2015 2:49:25 pm PST #21554 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Jessica - Mar 07, 2015 2:55:49 pm PST #21555 of 30000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Ha! I thought you were referring to Lucious being mad at the oldest son for marrying a white woman and becoming an accountant. But you can totally blame pregnancy brain. I still do and my youngest is four.
-t - Mar 07, 2015 2:55:54 pm PST #21556 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
I thought the line referencing King Lear undercut any comparison to King Lear. It's only a superficial similarity as I remember Lear (which is not very well, I tend to conflate it with all the folktales featuring three daughters of king who asks them to prove their filial devotion but my point is in all of those it's the youngest daughter is all true and good and loving and in Empire I don't think we can say that about the sons).
Lion in Winter I don't so much know so I can't judge.
I have sorted a lot of laundry. Now I need to decide how much of it to actually wash because doing it all could take longer than I have available...
Jesse - Mar 07, 2015 3:04:05 pm PST #21557 of 30000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Hmmmm.... [link]
msbelle - Mar 07, 2015 3:21:06 pm PST #21558 of 30000
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
oh, she's pretty.
sj - Mar 07, 2015 3:21:51 pm PST #21559 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I thought the line referencing King Lear undercut any comparison to King Lear. It's only a superficial similarity as I remember Lear (which is not very well, I tend to conflate it with all the folktales featuring three daughters of king who asks them to prove their filial devotion but my point is in all of those it's the youngest daughter is all true and good and loving and in Empire I don't think we can say that about the sons).
I disagree. I think Jamal is very much the Cordelia of the show. Lucious dismisses him because he doesn't do and say exactly as his father says, but I think he is the most worthy of inheriting Empire.
Connie Neil - Mar 07, 2015 3:28:05 pm PST #21560 of 30000
brillig
So damned much stuff in my house. Stuff I shouldn't be cluttering up a landfill with, stuff that needs sorting and hauled to various places. Tangled up with stuff that is actual garbage, but the garbage can is full, so the junk just sits there, mocking me with my inability to get rid of it. I can't put a dumpster in the driveway for months, the neighborhood would riot. So it has to get removed in small batches, and I think I've made progress, then I turn my head and see the other three corners of the room.
msbelle - Mar 07, 2015 3:30:31 pm PST #21561 of 30000
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Jesse, is there any specifics you are looking for? age? gender?
tommyrot - Mar 07, 2015 3:30:31 pm PST #21562 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
My tummy's feeling better, so I made myself eat despite not much of an appetite. I'm also here to report the successful completion of Operation:GETFUDGE--a daring twilight raid against Wilmette.
Ginger - Mar 07, 2015 3:32:15 pm PST #21563 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
That sucks, msbelle.
You know what one of the many great things abut online friends is? They don't take over my car stereo to play their CDs very loud and then push random buttons to get their CDs back, leaving me in a dark car in a sketchy neighborhood trying to get the radio to come back. I went out to dinner with a friend who always does that, but I have no fucking patience these days.