Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.

Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'


Natter 75: More Than a Million Natters Served  

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.


Sheryl - Oct 18, 2017 1:58:54 pm PDT #17921 of 30002
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"

Timelies all!

We don't have any indoor plants because we don't trust the cats to leave them alone.(Not to mention what Mr. S could do.) Boots(of beloved memory) killed a plant I had by frequently knocking it over to get at the dirt. She did like to nibble on ferns, which meant my previous boyfriend would bring me flowers with a fern garnish.


Dana - Oct 18, 2017 4:07:43 pm PDT #17922 of 30002
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."

I am dissatisfied with life and wish to indulge in pointless retail therapy, except it would be pointless.


Jessica - Oct 18, 2017 4:17:27 pm PDT #17923 of 30002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

I think I'm in the wrong career but I have no idea what to do next with my life or what I might actually be good at doing instead.


Dana - Oct 18, 2017 4:26:35 pm PDT #17924 of 30002
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."

I'm tempted by the thought of a cabin in the middle of nowhere, with no responsibilities.

shrift and I decided by the second day of our UK trip that we should move there and be sheep farmers.


Amy - Oct 18, 2017 4:28:15 pm PDT #17925 of 30002
Because books.

I indulged in junk food therapy all day (although one of my "junk foods" was a crepe).

I think I'm in the wrong career but I have no idea what to do next with my life or what I might actually be good at doing instead.

I'm still convinced we all need to go into some kind of business together. With our brains, we just need a step 1 and a step 2, and then step 3, PROFIT!!!, is guaranteed! Right?


Jessica - Oct 18, 2017 4:45:16 pm PDT #17926 of 30002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

Is there a job where most of the daily activities are looking at Outlander gifsets on Tumblr and playing TwoDots?


Amy - Oct 18, 2017 5:14:39 pm PDT #17927 of 30002
Because books.

Something at Buzzfeed, I bet.


Connie Neil - Oct 18, 2017 5:58:19 pm PDT #17928 of 30002
brillig

I always thought working for the Weekly World News would be a hoot. Story meetings must be nuts.


Atropa - Oct 18, 2017 6:04:42 pm PDT #17929 of 30002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

I am dissatisfied with life and wish to indulge in pointless retail therapy, except it would be pointless.

My recent bout of pointless retail therapy has been pretty awesome, actually. A (good!) replica of the ankh from The Hunger, pointy pointy goth boots, and a sparkly cravat. Oh, and super-glittery eye shadow, because I'm coping with the looming apocalypse through ridiculous makeup.

I always thought working for the Weekly World News would be a hoot.

That was my dream job in high school. I had a notebook of possible article headlines.


Calli - Oct 19, 2017 2:05:14 am PDT #17930 of 30002
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

Roy Dotrice has died at 94. [link] Among loads of other things, he played Wesley's father on Angel.