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.
"Let's just say I got a visit from Nick Fury"
Timelies all!
Quiet day at work. Aside from lab meeting, I had nothing to do.(There's a few projects that are waiting on information before I can start.)
A weird question just went through my head--it would be correct for Sir Elton John to present himself as Sir Reginald Dwight, wouldn't it? Do such celebrities keep their non-stage names as their legal names? Or is it one of those annoying "it depends" things?
I think I am once again going to miss the wine tasting on the plaza tonight. I just don't feel like doing anything other than curling up on the couch to watch TV, although I will open a bottle of rosé for that, because I have one and that sounds good. Missed last week because by the time I got done with my run (which I am also skipping tonight) I didn't feel like it. And will miss next week because that's Box o' Meat day. But that still leaves the last 3 Thursdays of the season.
"Let's just say I got a visit from Nick Fury"
I like.
Do such celebrities keep their non-stage names as their legal names? Or is it one of those annoying "it depends" things?
I'm curious about this. Been on my mind with the whole FB flap over drag names not being real names. How is that different from stage names?
I just have this image of a very nit-picking British etiquette master insisting on calling Elton John "Sir Reginald", to the confusion of everyone who doesn't know the name.
ION, I found the most perfect fic summary ever: "That time Tony gave Bucky a therapy llama."
The story's hysterical. I'll put the link in the fic thread.
Allyson, I'd say Pam from Archer would be a good inspiration for possible explanations.
"Let me just say, never get in a street race with the Yakuza."
OMG Scrappy I love you. (Also I love Til Tuesday.)
Good luck with the interview, Jessica!
We had a barbecue today and they ate all my salad up! Which is good for my ego.
I couldn't play volleyball because (a) my hand-eye coordination is still completely fubar after my ear surgery; and (b) I have always been terrible at volleyball.
So I sat and drank a beer and chatted with people. And then went home early and crashed out for an hour. Yikes. Beer at midday always knocks me out.