The plastination exhibit has a lot of diseased organs. You start out thinking lung cancer is gross, but by the time you're done, it's the least of it. Blessedly, I've blocked a lot.
Gunn: The final score can't be rigged. I don't care how many players you grease, that last shot always comes up a question mark. But here's the thing. You never know when you're taking it. It could be when you're duking it out with the Legion of Doom, or just crossing the street deciding where to have brunch. So you just treat it like it was up to you—the world in balance—'cause you never know when it is.
'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.
§ ita § - Mar 18, 2005 1:55:50 pm PST #7833 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Connie Neil - Mar 18, 2005 1:56:10 pm PST #7834 of 10001
brillig
Connie, you can always use some of the wine in a nice meat dish for the night you plan on drinking it, making sure to reserve enough for a glass or two for yourselves.
Ooh, encourage my husband to experiment more with the cooking. He's the cook in our house.
Oh, fuck ... I wonder how many of his drugs say "Drink alcohol and die" on them.
Aims - Mar 18, 2005 1:57:40 pm PST #7835 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I don't want to work anymore. I want to go hame and play with Em.
Someone write me a note.
SailAweigh - Mar 18, 2005 1:58:25 pm PST #7836 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Writes Aimee note.
Contents of note:
You're it.
Cashmere - Mar 18, 2005 1:59:10 pm PST #7837 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
I like that are so many options open to dead people. DH has stated that he doesn't want a funeral service or viewing, which I understand. But the more I think about it, the more I wonder how I will feel and how our friends and family would feel without the chance to say good-bye to him. Funerals are for the living.
I also think I might like to look into one of those teaching methods of body disposal. I think it sounds pretty cool the idea of some young doctor or scientist learning something important from my cold, dead ass.
I've had a hot bath and pizza is on its way. This makes me very happy. That and the peanut butter easter egg.
Aims - Mar 18, 2005 1:59:29 pm PST #7838 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
tags SailAweigh back
No tag backs!
ChiKat - Mar 18, 2005 2:00:38 pm PST #7839 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
My father's a mortician, like his father before him, and I spent my first 6 years living in the mortician's home built into the family mortuary.
A good friend of mine is dating a mortician. He's young, cute and gay and when they started dating you can bet the Six Feet Under jokes were flying.
ChiKat - Mar 18, 2005 2:01:46 pm PST #7840 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
On a completely different note: is it strange that I've spent the last 1 1/2 hours looking at wedding dresses online? And I'm not getting married?
Polter-Cow - Mar 18, 2005 2:01:55 pm PST #7841 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
New tags for Susan, Cash, and Kristin.
SailAweigh - Mar 18, 2005 2:04:31 pm PST #7842 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
On a completely different note: is it strange that I've spent the last 1 1/2 hours looking at wedding dresses online? And I'm not getting married?
I think women should be allowed to have one wedding a year. That's not necessarily getting married, that's having a wedding. Just so we have an excuse to get really dressed up and wear a wedding dress. It's not just little girls that want to play bride.