Wash: Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction. Zoe: We live in a space ship, dear. Wash: So?

'Objects In Space'


Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.  

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 - Sep 23, 2023 11:37:50 am PDT #25595 of 30000
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"

Timelies all!

It is raining here and Mr. S is down until tomorrow. Trying to figure out how to keep him amused.


Laura - Sep 23, 2023 11:56:26 am PDT #25596 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.

Enjoy date night, sj. Honestly, I have held off on watching Oppenheimer for exactly that reason. That is a mini-series IMO.


DavidS - Sep 23, 2023 11:56:47 am PDT #25597 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Nilly went and Nilly-ed up all of JZ's COMM's at my request. This one goes back to WX days, and was, I think, the moment when I realized what a good writer Jacqueline was. But the whole thing is very fun, so I wanted to share it again with everybody here.

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Victor: We are evidently a nomadic web community...

Jacqueline Zahas: I'm imagining the Buffistas wending our way from site to site in colorful wagons pulled by shaggy ponies. Dangling from the wagons is a wild, noisy assortment of bells, pots, pans, and bootleg OMWF CDs. A sea of dogs and cats dances around the wagons, nipping at the ponies' heels -- DXM's stupidest dog in the universe, Victor's ferret, Beth's nutty cats and Isabella and Amber B's kitty in the sink.

And, though no longer permitted out in the non-virtual world, Malik and Smokey are running wild around our carts here. Resplendent in our corsets, ballgowns, and Bruins and Mariners gear, we wander the web, always in search of the Phoenix Board, our Mecca, our Jerusalem, for which we all long and in which we all believe, though few among us have ever actually seen it.

We eke out a meagre existence crafting screencaps and porn; at night we dance wildly with platinum-haired photophobes, and conjure up magnificent feasts of everything from challa French toast to digestive biscuits to white chocolate bread pudding to Velveeta fudge, all out of thin air. We descend in a horde on an unsuspecting site and decamp just as quickly. Restless, wandering, porning away in our incomprehensible dialect.

I like the idea. I just hate the actual nomadism. Where is our board of milk and honey? Where? Descriptions of some of the individual Travelers: Daniel the screencapper, squatting in a corner of an especially cramped and equipment-filled wagon, hunched over a dusty screen, poring over tapes, waiting for exactly the right moment; Googling Betsy, the seer, she who sees all, finds all, and knows all; Gigolo Hec; FayJay and Trudy, the pornmongers, hard at work crafting their wares in the Porn Wagon (always shaking and strangely lit, with odd indescribable noises emanating from it at all hours, rattling down the road with a trail of slash in its wake); the shimmering, hyperreal presence of the Canadians, who live one day ahead of the rest of us; and the Spoiler Whores, taunting us with their coy remarks and shamelessly flaunting their whitefonts in front of everyone.

Nilly, the Historian, keeper of the scrolls, she who has become a verb. And Miracleman, the Unholy Fool. And Mejia, who so closely studies the entrails of shows just past and scrutinizes the portents of what is to come.

DXMachina: JZ, are you referring to the penguin, or someone else's dog? Because my real dog is off playing with Malik and Smokey.

JZ: Ah, no, then, it's Miracleman with the stupid dog. But yes, your dog is there too. All of 'em are. All Buffista animals past and present, with the exception of Clovis the Devilbunny, who sits in a little wire birdcage in Jilli's lap, where he can't do more than growl at the rest of us.

scrappy: Hec is not only the Gigolo for our nomadic tribe, he's the stylist as well. John H. can be He Who Communes With The Mighty Chip. ita for protection. And Jon B can serenade us to sleep around the campfire with Theremin music.

Miracleman: If'n ya listen real close, late at night, you can hear the coyotes (*pronounced "kai-yoat") a-howlin' at the moon. The moon that is *always full*. And, if'n ya know *how* to listen, ya kin hear 'em talkin'. They're sayin' "Don't those damnfool drunk carvaners know how ta read a *map*?"

The phantom Buffista caravan has been travellin' these parts fer nigh unta a hundred years. Even though they only left last Saturday. They all blame Gudanov fer that.

But in the cold night of the high desert, ya kin see their ghostly forms windin' through the scrub. And ya kin hear them singin' their eerie song...
"Porn, porn, porn, porn. Porn, porn, porn, porn..."
"SHUT UP! Bloody Buffistas..."


erikaj - Sep 23, 2023 12:16:11 pm PDT #25598 of 30000
Always Anti-fascist!

I've always been a little wistful at not being included in that, but in another way, besides my not being noticeable, it makes sense. Maybe it's more like "If I'm at your door, you know why." Those guys don't get to talk a lot about what they do, either.


Beverly - Sep 23, 2023 5:16:21 pm PDT #25599 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

I loved that on first reading, and I love it still. Thank you for sharing it again with us.


DebetEsse - Sep 23, 2023 5:57:47 pm PDT #25600 of 30000
Woe to the fucking wicked.

Smonster, I think maybe you forgot the idiomatic use of "X likes carrots"


EpicTangent - Sep 24, 2023 1:03:37 am PDT #25601 of 30000
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty

Smonster, I think maybe you forgot the idiomatic use of "X likes carrots"

So sad when they begin to forget the culture/language of their youth...


msbelle - Sep 24, 2023 5:06:51 am PDT #25602 of 30000
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

Day 2 of Ophelia rain. No damage, but the ground is saturated now, so good chance I’ll have some water in basement today.

Hope everyone has a good Sunday.


Laura - Sep 24, 2023 5:10:57 am PDT #25603 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.

Ugh, msbelle. Do you have a sump pump? I hate the smell of a wet basement.


askye - Sep 24, 2023 7:31:05 am PDT #25604 of 30000
Thrive to spite them

David I think about that description of the Buffistas all the time and could never remember where it came from. Just thr first sentences because my memory is terrible ...but of course JZ wrote that it's so much her voice. The way she described Matilda's first week from the Facebook post.