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Post by Barb on Aug 17, 2004 19:34:31 GMT -5
Are you telling me that you haven't felt the almost irresistable desire to slap the living hell out of a penguin?! And Hee! Now all I can think of is Peasant's Fanged Four fic that has William and Drusilla playing Goose Tennis. I don't know if the geese were the balls, too, but they were the racquets.. I haven't laughed that hard at a fic in a while. And no, I'd never play "goose tennis" myself, anymore than I'd play "tethercat" Only the ones on Mary Poppins. "Goose Tennis"? Okay..... *backs away from that fic* Hi.
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Post by Rachael on Aug 17, 2004 19:34:50 GMT -5
And Wednesday is off and running... Since Monday. ;D
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Aug 17, 2004 19:36:38 GMT -5
I think it's the dog days of summer, turning us into running dogs of lust, or something. Julia, or something
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Post by Rachael on Aug 17, 2004 19:36:47 GMT -5
Which correlates back to my insistance last night that [glow=green,2,300]Spew[/glow] can be both a noun and a verb. And Shan's son was reading over her shoulder. . . . "S'cubieland: children corrupted while you wait!" *sigh* Misssed the 7:25 ferry, 'cause of longish journal club; now stuck in lab till the 8:25 ferry. . . .
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Post by Rachael on Aug 17, 2004 19:37:10 GMT -5
I think it's the dog days of summer, turning us into running dogs of lust, or something. Julia, or something Well, the universe punished me today, though.
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Post by Rachael on Aug 17, 2004 19:48:03 GMT -5
Whoa. Mariners.
Just when I'm not looking.
10-1 M's in the sixth. . . .
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Post by MaryMuse on Aug 17, 2004 19:50:20 GMT -5
And Shan's son was reading over her shoulder. . . . "S'cubieland: children corrupted while you wait!" *sigh* LOL!! Love the slogan! But Shan's son might know have known the true meaning. Steve insisted it involved cat hurling (or people hurling, and not the throwing as in the crazed people games). And I was like yeah... uh huh!!!!
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Post by Rachael on Aug 17, 2004 19:51:59 GMT -5
LOL!! Love the slogan! But Shan's son might know have known the true meaning. Steve insisted it involved cat hurling (or people hurling, and not the throwing as in the crazed people games). And I was like yeah... uh huh!!!! Hey, I'm all for the corrupting of children. I think we turn out better. But I wanna go home. Bored now. And the sun's going down - still sunny and pretty right now, but I'm gonna be doing that last ten minutes home in the near-dark.
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Post by Cal on Aug 17, 2004 19:59:23 GMT -5
Only the ones on Mary Poppins. "Goose Tennis"? Okay..... *backs away from that fic* Hi. I saw you, Barba. {{Barba}}
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Aug 17, 2004 20:03:44 GMT -5
Well, I wanted (Bacon, onions, garlic, squash, fresh basil and Kalamata olives) omelette but Anna objected to the kalamatas so it's (bacon onions squash greek oregano and sharp cheddar) omelette. SU is off taking classes that clear him to have a radio show at KAOS-FM, The Evergreen State College... which is a frikkin' JOKE, he's doen thousands of hours at the station since 1974; heck, I was at the organizational potluch in 1972 and was one of the first voices on the radio, reading on a children's hour ... By the way, other stations, especially low power high school and college amature stations, have used those call letters, but the FCC knows they belong to the funny farm on Cooper Point. Julia, so, he won't be home until 10:30 and we're having our kind of food tonight.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Aug 17, 2004 20:06:27 GMT -5
Whoa. Mariners. Just when I'm not looking. 10-1 M's in the sixth. . . . Wowie. Turn on the TV, Sam. Julia, must watch this
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Aug 17, 2004 20:06:40 GMT -5
Are you telling me that you haven't felt the almost irresistable desire to slap the living hell out of a penguin?! And Hee! Now all I can think of is Peasant's Fanged Four fic that has William and Drusilla playing Goose Tennis. I don't know if the geese were the balls, too, but they were the racquets.. I haven't laughed that hard at a fic in a while. And no, I'd never play "goose tennis" myself, anymore than I'd play "tethercat" Flamingo croquet, anyone?
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Aug 17, 2004 20:07:35 GMT -5
After introducing my kids to the joys of peanutbutter on toast, I'll say goodnight so I can take them to their beds. If I'm not back in half an hour...wait longer. ;D <edit> My son, reading over my shoulder, shoves me and says "Mom, you're terrible!" Hee! Another generation corrupted. ;D
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Aug 17, 2004 20:08:50 GMT -5
Whoa. Mariners. Just when I'm not looking. 10-1 M's in the sixth. . . . 14-1. Poor KC. By the way, more "Lilac City"- in this one, J.J. Garardi (sp) is a slayer and centerfielder for the Ms; in the Snapshots series she decides to be a slayer. Julia, couldn't hurt to have a slayer on the team, but I think we'd need her in middle relief
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Aug 17, 2004 20:09:21 GMT -5
Well, I wanted (Bacon, onions, garlic, squash, fresh basil and Kalamata olives) omelette but Anna objected to the kalamatas so it's (bacon onions squash greek oregano and sharp cheddar) omelette. SU is off taking classes that clear him to have a radio show at KAOS-FM, The Evergreen State College... which is a frikkin' JOKE, he's doen thousands of hours at the station since 1974; heck, I was at the organizational potluch in 1972 and was one of the first voices on the radio, reading on a children's hour ... By the way, other stations, especially low power high school and college amature stations, have used those call letters, but the FCC knows they belong to the funny farm on Cooper Point. Julia, so, he won't be home until 10:30 and we're having our kind of food tonight. Food porn... yum... Either one sounds good. I need a happy drooling smiley.
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