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Post by Squeemonster on Feb 24, 2010 12:18:47 GMT -5
Yeah, that fight scene was crazy. When he first went down I kept screaming at them not to turn their backs on him and assume he's dead, but did they listen to me? NOPE. I mean, honestly, that's like the oldest trick in the book. LOLOLOLOL! I was doing the same thing! Seriously, how could they not know he wouldn't die that easily? ;D This is what I'm saying. He was like an albino Jolly Green Giant, except not jolly in any way, shape, or form. So basically, an albino giant monster. Those don't die so easily.
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Post by Squeemonster on Feb 24, 2010 12:20:04 GMT -5
*runs over to Amazon, purchases* Thanks Monnie! You're welcome. ;D
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Feb 24, 2010 12:23:51 GMT -5
Meh. Furthermore, bleagh. Whine/venting follows, feel free to disregard. My mouth tastes absolutely foul, and I suspect I'll be picking bits of nightguard molding glop out for the rest of the day. The Younger Daughter has no cavities. However, the dentist wants her wisdom teeth out now now NOW even though they aren't causing her any problems. I suspect they just want our money now now NOW. I said we'd prefer to wait until summer vacation. Elder Daughter had hers out because they became painful. Younger Daughter, on the other hand, wouldn't know she had wisdom teeth if she hadn't been told. Elder has the same small narrow jaw as I do; Younger, not to be unkind about it, has a bigger mouth. So now that I'm home, I should work on quilt blocks, but I don' wanna. Maybe later. I am devoid of inspiration. I'm going to walk up to the market and Cost Plus in a while, because tomorrow it may rain, and I'd rather not walk in the rain. Until somebody invents functional windshield-wipers for glasses, walking in the rain is no longer fun. Anne, tired, cold and rather down
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 24, 2010 12:24:09 GMT -5
Guh. If I were richer I'd buy a couple of sets to have on hand as presents or loaners. Julia, currently hammered by increased copays at a bad time I went ahead and bought it, even though I've never seen it before. I see so many on my flist gushing about it I figured it was worth $20 to see what all the fuss is about. I was introduced through fanfic- Cesperanza, Astolat, Lamardeuse: many of the best fan (and pro) writers spent a long time playing in that fandom- and, cautiously, because I'd been bit by The Sentinel, then explored canon to find it all quite worth it. It makes sense: Paul Haggis went on from creating Due South to winning back-to-back Oscars, while the boys at Pet Fly now produce video and computer games. Julia, which reminds me, I need to write my next-to-last Crack Van recommendation for the month
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Post by Squeemonster on Feb 24, 2010 12:24:24 GMT -5
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 24, 2010 12:28:53 GMT -5
Meh. Furthermore, bleagh. Whine/venting follows, feel free to disregard. My mouth tastes absolutely foul, and I suspect I'll be picking bits of nightguard molding glop out for the rest of the day. The Younger Daughter has no cavities. However, the dentist wants her wisdom teeth out now now NOW even though they aren't causing her any problems. I suspect they just want our money now now NOW. I said we'd prefer to wait until summer vacation. Elder Daughter had hers out because they became painful. Younger Daughter, on the other hand, wouldn't know she had wisdom teeth if she hadn't been told. Elder has the same small narrow jaw as I do; Younger, not to be unkind about it, has a bigger mouth. So now that I'm home, I should work on quilt blocks, but I don' wanna. Maybe later. I am devoid of inspiration. I'm going to walk up to the market and Cost Plus in a while, because tomorrow it may rain, and I'd rather not walk in the rain. Until somebody invents functional windshield-wipers for glasses, walking in the rain is no longer fun. Anne, tired, cold and rather down Franklin came in yesterday and interrupted making an appointment for my next happy fun times with dental work to pay Anna's bill for a filling; I'll call tomorrow, or perhaps later today, for the appointment. I made it down the hill to the bus yesterday, which was something of a triumph, but not enough of one to risk it two days in a row. I fantasize novocaine shots in my knees often enough as it is. Julia, I shall, instead, go out and clean the yard with the new dog-poo-grabbing device.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Feb 24, 2010 12:47:53 GMT -5
Meh. Furthermore, bleagh. Whine/venting follows, feel free to disregard. My mouth tastes absolutely foul, and I suspect I'll be picking bits of nightguard molding glop out for the rest of the day. The Younger Daughter has no cavities. However, the dentist wants her wisdom teeth out now now NOW even though they aren't causing her any problems. I suspect they just want our money now now NOW. I said we'd prefer to wait until summer vacation. Elder Daughter had hers out because they became painful. Younger Daughter, on the other hand, wouldn't know she had wisdom teeth if she hadn't been told. Elder has the same small narrow jaw as I do; Younger, not to be unkind about it, has a bigger mouth. So now that I'm home, I should work on quilt blocks, but I don' wanna. Maybe later. I am devoid of inspiration. I'm going to walk up to the market and Cost Plus in a while, because tomorrow it may rain, and I'd rather not walk in the rain. Until somebody invents functional windshield-wipers for glasses, walking in the rain is no longer fun. Anne, tired, cold and rather down Franklin came in yesterday and interrupted making an appointment for my next happy fun times with dental work to pay Anna's bill for a filling; I'll call tomorrow, or perhaps later today, for the appointment. I made it down the hill to the bus yesterday, which was something of a triumph, but not enough of one to risk it two days in a row. I fantasize novocaine shots in my knees often enough as it is. Julia, I shall, instead, go out and clean the yard with the new dog-poo-grabbing device. To whoever said 2010 was going to be better: Anne, same old same old
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Post by Queen E on Feb 24, 2010 12:57:38 GMT -5
I concur. Supernatural comes in at a close second. I must check out Spartacus. Sounds like my kind of show. After the "My Bloody Valentine" episode, with that opening scene? SPN is now definitely my number one for grossness. I don't know. I think, personally, the skin falling off guy on Bones nearly made me heave. To all: PSST! Sara hit a milestone!
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Post by beccaelizabeth on Feb 24, 2010 13:28:35 GMT -5
#wavey#
I fixed my UEA password :-)
... and somehow scraped up the back of my thumb, but I don't think these things are connected.
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Post by beccaelizabeth on Feb 24, 2010 13:44:49 GMT -5
Y'all are talking about a show full of Romans who would theoretically speak Latin made by people from a bunch of different continents, and yet they're all talking with English accents? Does this strike nobody else as weird?
Also now I want to listen to it to hear what y'all are calling different class accents. I'm wondering what regions they're from. Or if they're TVland.
(I tried to reply specific but my computer won't keep the window open long enough.) (it's helpful like that lately)
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Post by Onjel on Feb 24, 2010 14:25:07 GMT -5
Congratulations on all those postesses, Sara!!!!
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Post by Onjel on Feb 24, 2010 14:25:41 GMT -5
LOLOLOLOL! I was doing the same thing! Seriously, how could they not know he wouldn't die that easily? ;D This is what I'm saying. He was like an albino Jolly Green Giant, except not jolly in any way, shape, or form. So basically, an albino giant monster. Those don't die so easily. So true. You are wise, Monnierificus.
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Post by Onjel on Feb 24, 2010 14:33:47 GMT -5
Y'all are talking about a show full of Romans who would theoretically speak Latin made by people from a bunch of different continents, and yet they're all talking with English accents? Does this strike nobody else as weird? Also now I want to listen to it to hear what y'all are calling different class accents. I'm wondering what regions they're from. Or if they're TVland. (I tried to reply specific but my computer won't keep the window open long enough.) (it's helpful like that lately) Class distinctions for the time. Today? Not so much. More like regional distinctions, nowadays. Mostly, what Americans think about when they hear differing English accents is that the rich classes sound more effete when speaking and they typically associate east end London accents with lower socioeconomic classes. You can blame movies and television for that, I suspect, in part. Let's face it, many stereotype varying American accents, believing that some are indicative of educational and success level. I suppose that a more accurate view of the variety of accents among the English would be, as I said, more regional today than anything, though I don't live there so I might be talking out of my ass. ;D What we're talking about is a show that is predominantly English, not necessarily British, in casting and the character we're referencing is specifically Roman born and bred. What strikes one as odd is that he doesn't sound like other Roman born/bred characters. If the character were, say, a transplanted Gaul (like Crixus, who sounds a bit different) then a difference in accent wouldn't be distracting. That's pretty much it. Reference to "I, Claudius" isn't amiss, either. I, for one, do flash back on that frequently when watching shows such as "Rome" and "Spartacus, Blood & Sand".
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Post by Sara on Feb 24, 2010 14:34:55 GMT -5
RACHAEL: I think you need to get this for Dave.
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Post by Onjel on Feb 24, 2010 14:40:42 GMT -5
RACHAEL: I think you need to get this for Dave. Eeep! Is that supposed to be the nascent Alien bursting out of dad's chest?
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