NBC's Dracula: "Mr. Grayson had to go...uh...do something...yeah. Steve is in charge at the moment."
Sweet, maybe Steve will better less distractable and better at follow-through.
The Blacklist: "Agent Keene can't be with us this week, but Red's willing to talk to Steve."
Then I'm willing to watch Steve. Can Steve do his job without a master criminal holding his hand and making his position in the organization look like some really fucked-up nepotism?
Hannibal: "Dr. Lecter can't make it this week, but you can talk to Dr. Steve, who brought some suspiciously tasty cookies..."
BOO. NO. GO AWAY, STEVE. GO JOIN TOBIAS IN THE NOBODY-WANTS-TO-BE-YOUR-FRIEND CLUB.
Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.: "Agent Dude can't—"
Alright, bring on the Steve! Let's see what Steve will do! Don't ever leave us, Steve! I'll even bother learning your name!
Breaking Bad: "Steve, let's cook."
NO. I DO NOT TRUST THIS STEVE. SHOOT STEVE.
US: No, that's a sweater vest. That's a tank top.
UK: No, that's a vest.
US: No, that's a vest.
UK: No, that's a waistcoat.
OZ: Guys, that first one is a singlet.
US & UK: No way, we've heard your national anthem. What you're speaking is English only on a technicality.
AL: No, no, no, that first one is a wife-beater.
UK: What the--?
US: Dammit, Alabama!
Most of it isn't really a Livejournal thing, but an Internet thing: once a website reaches a certain size, long-time users begin to reject all change to it. Not just the big stupid changes to functionality that break the way they've always used the site, either--even small, trivial changes get blown out of proportion. Every foaming-mad comment is really the user saying, "This is to please those new people, isn't it? What about me? I was here first!" It's not so much a rejection of change as it is a rejection of that loss of insider status.
What about this phenomenon at LJ makes it seem so silly?
How about a comment thread where an admin essentially reassures a Russian-speaking user that they can ask questions in their native tongue and be understood, and the English-speaking users wig out and accuse the admin of attacking the user for not asking questions in Russian?
Well, not quite: "The Missouri petition was filed on Saturday and currently has 2,231 signatures (a great number of them from out of state)." (Emphasis mine.) I'm going to cry foul though, not because lol, rednecks!, but because Get in line! St. Louis has been trying to secede from Missouri for a while now (and regain control of its police force from the state government), and I think that should be settled before the red bits of the state decide to go gallivanting off.
Though I think we're in line behind Puerto Rico, so this may take a while...
No, friends. The issue is how do we save the coffee?
Running Arabica’s chances against three emission scenarios, over three timescales (2020, 2050 and 2080), and with a geographical resolution of 1 Km for the plant’s Ethiopian homeland, the models “showed a profoundly negative influence on the number and extent of wild Arabica populations”, Kew says. (Richard Chirgwin, "Coffee next on climate chopping-block: The looming ARABICA APOCALYPSE," The Register 10 November 2012)This is how the zombie apocalypse starts.
Or the Rage virus pandemic, because I will surely beat someone to death without coffee.
I awoke at 8:30pm, two hours late. I was not just disappointed--I was devastated.
For all my complaints about minimum wage jobs and how difficult it can be to plan get-togethers when you don't have set hours, or when you have set hours that don't jibe well with the rest of the world's set hours, freelance hasn't exactly changed anything for me there. My workday is effectively 5pm to 3am many days. If I didn't love the work I do, I'd probably cry at the delicious irony of it all.
Several important last-minute jobs have made me miss recent gatherings, and the wonderful exec who sends me these jobs recently called me out and put her foot down, essentially telling me to put on pants and go hang out with my friends once in a while before I went all squirrelly. Thus I'd sworn not to miss this one, minor advertising emergencies be damned.
And yet there it was: 8:30pm.
I laid back down in the hammock to pout. (Yes, I still sleep in a hammock.) I tossed. I turned. I grumbled. I slept and woke and slept and woke a few times. I considered getting up, then ruthlessly shot it down. Why bother? What was the point? It was already too late! Then my bladder chimed in, but I stuck to my guns. No! I would not get up! I would not get up just so I could be missing everything! It was stupid, and I was going back to bed.
At some point, a less sleepy portion of my brain pointed out that it was awfully damn bright for 8:30pm...
I begrudgingly got up to use the bathroom, shooting the clock a death-glare as I passed: 2:30pm.
Yes, I dreamt that I overslept, then went back to sleep in the dream and refused to get up in the dream.
And so that evening I went lighter on the beer than I might otherwise, because who was to say that I was really awake yet?
Upstairs, I scoffed for I am done with inherited furniture. And shuddered, because you have no idea how hard it is to get rid of bedbugs in an apartment building unless you've had to do it. Besides, we're saving up for a nice double-seater papasan and maybe a hanging pod chair, because we like them and we don't have to pretend to be sofa-loveseat-recliner people anymore. Suck my milkcrate shelves, world!
A few minutes later there was a knock at the door.
Mom back holding two kittens...
All in all, much better than a loveseat.
The "forced medication" scene (Special Edition only) had to be re-shot several times because actor Ken Gibbel wouldn't hit Linda Hamilton properly with his nightstick. The scene was very physically demanding and Hamilton was furious with Gibbel because he repeatedly botched it. She got her revenge in a later scene where she beats Gibbel with a broken-off broom handle - the blows are for real.If you check Gibbel's IMDb page, you'll notice T2 is his last acting role.
She beat him right out of the movies!
That's racist, America.
“If I had to choose between being eaten by a shark and having my heart broken again, I’d rather get eaten by the shark—because at least I’d know that shark actually wanted me.” (Sean Patton)
An Australian boat tour guide has been experimenting with underwater speakers, and says he's had the best response with AC/DC.
Also affected: ghosts!
That's from one of the Democrats in the House of Representatives, in response to a bill to overturn EPA pollution regulations. I don't know whether to laugh with him, or cry because Congress was seriously considering this bill.
Mr. Chairman, I rise in opposition to a bill that overturns the scientific finding that pollution is harming our people and our planet.
However, I won’t physically rise, because I’m worried that Republicans will overturn the law of gravity, sending us floating about the room.
I won’t call for the sunlight of additional hearings, for fear that Republicans might excommunicate the finding that the Earth revolves around the sun.
Instead, I’ll embody Newton’s third law of motion and be an equal and opposing force against this attack on science and on laws that will reduce America’s importation of foreign oil.
This bill will live in the House while simultaneously being dead in the Senate. It will be a legislative Schrodinger’s cat killed by the quantum mechanics of the legislative process!
Arbitrary rejection of scientific fact will not cause us to rise from our seats today. But with this bill, pollution levels will rise. Oil imports will rise. Temperatures will rise.
And with that, I yield back the balance of my time. That is, unless a rejection of Einstein’s Special Theory of Relativity is somewhere in the chair’s amendment pile.
mokie: [in front of the television, seeking entertainment] "What is this?"
Mom: "Kevin Costner? 'Wyatt Earp.'"
Costner-as-Earp: [very, very slowly] "Nice mob you got here..."
Lynchmob Guy: [ridiculously unhurried for a man leading a mob] "We want Tommy O'Rourke!"
Costner-as-Earp: [full of pregnant pausing of pregnant pauses] "Get set for disappointment, 'cause you're not gonna get him."
mokie: [checks clock]
Lynchmob Guy: "He killed one of my men."
Costner-as-Earp: [from an era before caffeine] "He'll stand trial for that."
Lynchmob Guy: [oh God, can it get any slower?] "You arrogant son of a bitch. You think you can stop all of us?"
Everyone not in the movie: [fidgets]
Costner-as-Earp: "You boys can get me. That won't be any problem with all the guns you got here. But I'm taking [pointy gun] or one of you with me. Starting with you, Dick Gird. And you, McGee. Maybe you, too, Harvey."
mokie: "Oh please don't name everyone in the lynch mob."
Costner-as-Earp: "So if any of you want Tommy. [Was that a complete sentence?] And you want me. [Sweet Jesus, it says 'stop,' not 'park'!] Come up front with these brave men. We'll all go together."
mokie: "Really makes you appreciate the Malcolm Reynolds method of dealing with people."
Mom: "I was just thinking that myself."
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