Oh, also? I emailed that girl this morning. Can I get a little -ma that the answer (a) comes and (b) is good?
Gunn ,'Underneath'
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I was in line to pay for something and there was a little three- or four-year-old girl was behind me. She was telling jokes. One was, "Why did the pickle cross the road? To get to the pickle jar."
I was in line to pay for something and there was a little three- or four-year-old girl was behind me. She was telling jokes. One was, "Why did the pickle cross the road? To get to the pickle jar."
Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?
A: It was safety-pinned to the punk-rocker.
Daniel - - you're nephew's home?!? That's excellent.
Daniel, is this a good kind of back home?
Hec has a new tag, and...I don't think GC does, but maybe she does.
Also, no one gave Kristin props for quoting Hitchhiker's Guide, so I'm doing that now.
Typo Boy, that picture is great. Ha!
Holy crap about your boss, Tep. I hope it all goes well.
Fnarrr.
Fnarrr.
You misspelled fnord.
Back during Christmas time, a lady in Australia I know on LJ who adores my writing--such an intelligent, discerning lady--said she was going to send me a little gift, just because she liked my stuff and she figured House Neil could use some prezzies.
In the interests of costs, she sent it by boat, kissing it for luck and crossing her fingers. She reassured me that if it didn't arrive, at least it should have some great adventures.
One month passed. Two months. She asks if I ever got it, I said no, she said she hoped some customs agents were getting a laugh out of it.
Today, three months and one day after she sent it, this big-assed package from Australia is sitting on my doorstep. It doesn't even look like it's been opened and resealed, which is just as well, because Utah frowns on people receiving vintage bottles of wine in the mail. I'm guessing it's vintage, 2001 Barossa Cabernet Sauvignon. Labels saying the vinyard has all sorts of awards and such.
There's also a page-a-day calendar with pretty pictures of Italy in honor of my story "Nessuno," but that's nearly beside the point. How tremendously cool that a bottle of wine traveled in the belly of a cargo ship from Australia to the US, then somehow from the port to me. My mailman must think I'm a very interesting person.
Also, no one gave Kristin props for quoting Hitchhiker's Guide, so I'm doing that now.
t beams at P-C
Yay, I made Kristin happy.