Willow ,'End of Days'
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls and The Inside), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
She said I was a So Cal version of Terry Gilliam. Which I think means this thing, which isn't quite done being written, is already over budget.
On the plus side, bound to be wriggly in the brainpan and an instant cult classic...
Which, okay, isn't really much of a plus until they start writing books about you...
Uh oh, Allyson, are you bad mouthing bastards again?
Which I think means this thing, which isn't quite done being written, is already over budget.
Well... think of it this way, at least there's no flood yet nor someone with a prostrate issue.
And, *mwah* to you Burrell. Were your ears burning tonight? Cause I was raving about how wonderful you are.
Which I think means this thing, which isn't quite done being written, is already over budget.
I think it meant that it was surreal genius. Except the parts that gave me the wiggins. Creepy, creepy, oogey, wiggins.
Which is Heinlen's fault, not yours. Heinlen was a kinky motherfucker. First wife fucker. tenth wife fucker. The people in Moon have been passing around the same herpes sore for 73 years.
at least there's no flood yet nor someone with a prostrate issue
For all you know, Tim's face down on the floor right now.
Which is Heinlen's fault, not yours. Heinlen was a kinky motherfucker. First wife fucker. tenth wife fucker. The people in Moon have been passing around the same herpes sore for 73 years.
At least they're keeping it in the family...
Or is that just the later books? I always forget.
And, *mwah* to you Burrell.
*mwah* yourself
Were your ears burning tonight? Cause I was raving about how wonderful you are.
Me? How confusing.
My evening was spent in a very quotidien way. Played with Franny, made her dinner, put her in pjs, nursed her, then let DH take over while I made dinner. But I couldn't resist holding her and rocking her one last time before putting her in her crib.
For all you know, Tim's face down on the floor right now.
THIS WOULD NOT BE MY FAULT!
We could blame it on Allyson for the Gilliam comment.
But I couldn't resist holding her and rocking her one last time before putting her in her crib.
Awww...I get this cute little image, and then I think about your tag (which I love, by the way), and the food imagery mixes with the baby imagery, and I go to a scary place.