MAN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH A GUN IN SPACE? The Author Friends will take you both for a test drive and it will be just like SPEED but what happens if Keanu Reeves can't make it on board? Hmmmmm? Yes, there is a dark side, oh yes, and you don't want Author Friend Dennis Hopper calling the shots, oh no.
Minor curiosity as to *whose* column was "total fucking dada" (the one e-mail subject line that shows through on the capture, at the bottom of the screen).
So fun! I play this game with song lyrics. The entire conversation must make minimal contextual sense using only lines from songs. Any song will do and the most alarming things crop up, like Karen Carpenter.
lunch is at 2:30ish / falafel / Wednesday, then there's still time for Friday if it doesn't work out / okay, fine, eat when you want / most of the jobs, part of the universe / Iceland and a steamer trunk / cheese cubes on frilly toothpicks / yesyesyes
So, I was eating lunch at ten a.m. this morning, because the late shift at the library is 11-8 (dinner break is at 3:30, don't get me started), when I looked up from my screen, dropped my smoked turkey wrap and hollered, "ARMAGEDDON!"
And now everyone's opinion of me as the person most likely to holler vaguely menacing words at random intervals is confirmed.
But really, Bruce Willis aside, Le R, Cherie, and Support Team could live on their farms in Newcastle and be twenty minutes from Elizabeth Hand, twenty minutes from yours truly (okay, so this would be a bonus to me, not them), and twenty minutes from the baristas in bucolic Boothbay Harbor.
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Because of your post I've spent the last fifteen minutes looking up Armageddon quotes so I could get this one just right:
THE FATE OF THE PLANET IS IN THE HANDS OF A BUNCH OF RETARDS I WOULDN'T TRUST WITH A POTATO GUN.
And now I have to watch the movie tonight to see Keith David say that.
Thanks!
I ate lunch at 10:45 today.
Also, I find your combined ability to quote Armageddon disturbing.
MAN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH A GUN IN SPACE? The Author Friends will take you both for a test drive and it will be just like SPEED but what happens if Keanu Reeves can't make it on board? Hmmmmm? Yes, there is a dark side, oh yes, and you don't want Author Friend Dennis Hopper calling the shots, oh no.
Minor curiosity as to *whose* column was "total fucking dada" (the one e-mail subject line that shows through on the capture, at the bottom of the screen).
Why yes, it *is* a slow day at work. :3
So fun! I play this game with song lyrics. The entire conversation must make minimal contextual sense using only lines from songs. Any song will do and the most alarming things crop up, like Karen Carpenter.
Couldn't do it with Armageddon, though.
THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL.
holy crap i want a cherie.
cow: The Cat in My Flat Must Go Back. "The cat is a phone call from you to you."
lunch is at 2:30ish / falafel / Wednesday, then there's still time for Friday if it doesn't work out / okay, fine, eat when you want / most of the jobs, part of the universe / Iceland and a steamer trunk / cheese cubes on frilly toothpicks / yesyesyes
^ TOTAL FUCKING DADA
GET OUT OF OUR BRAIN TRICERATOPHAT
LUNCH AT 11:30!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP SO EARLY???
Sheesh! I didn't even have breakfast until noon!
:P
<3 the idea of the rescue sanctuary but WHY MAINE?! It snows there.
So, I was eating lunch at ten a.m. this morning, because the late shift at the library is 11-8 (dinner break is at 3:30, don't get me started), when I looked up from my screen, dropped my smoked turkey wrap and hollered, "ARMAGEDDON!"
And now everyone's opinion of me as the person most likely to holler vaguely menacing words at random intervals is confirmed.
But I still think you rock.
WHY MAINE?! It snows there.
PRETTY INTENSE, HUH?
GOD, IT SUCKS UP HERE.
But really, Bruce Willis aside, Le R, Cherie, and Support Team could live on their farms in Newcastle and be twenty minutes from Elizabeth Hand, twenty minutes from yours truly (okay, so this would be a bonus to me, not them), and twenty minutes from the baristas in bucolic Boothbay Harbor.
That's why.
Rejectionists LIKE snow. REJECTIONISTS DO NOT LIKE TO BE HOT. Huzzah Maine baristas!
I LOVE Boothbay Harbor, almost as much as I love baristas. This plan is sounding better every minute.
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