But that's just my point! You she obeys! She obeys you! There's obeying going on right under my nose!

Wash ,'War Stories'


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.


Steph L. - Mar 19, 2005 7:31:28 am PST #7921 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

I could get used to this unemployment thing.

Psst....Perkins is a drain on society....pass it on....


meara - Mar 19, 2005 7:32:36 am PST #7922 of 10001

Good luck to everyone.

I just got up. And I don't want to do anything. I probably should, though. I'm feeling so LAAAAZY.


Pix - Mar 19, 2005 7:33:04 am PST #7923 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

t jumps on meara and SNUGGLES her


meara - Mar 19, 2005 7:46:51 am PST #7924 of 10001

Ooooh, I could get into a lazy morning snuggling Kristin!! That sounds like fun! :)


Polter-Cow - Mar 19, 2005 7:47:08 am PST #7925 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

Yay for Buffista in NYT! Nice picture, nice article. But I am stupid and don't know who she is. Unless it's, you know, Erin.


Lee - Mar 19, 2005 7:49:54 am PST #7926 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Psst....Perkins is a drain on society....pass it on....

Yeah, but at least I don't SUCK.


beth b - Mar 19, 2005 7:57:13 am PST #7927 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

nope not the erin you mean - but she hasn't been around as much as she used to be


Deena - Mar 19, 2005 7:58:58 am PST #7928 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

Her buffista name is erinaceous.


Beverly - Mar 19, 2005 8:12:11 am PST #7929 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Have fun, vw!

Yay! on the nice bookshelves, Deena.

Regarding yesterday's funerary discussion, DH and I have been extremely upfront, nay, adamant with each other and our kids. DH: cremated, his ashes strewn in three separate locations hundreds of miles apart. We may trek as a family to do the strewing, or the two sons and I may divvie up DH's ashes, synchronise our watches, go to the three locations and strew at the same moment. Don't know yet, that part's up to us.

Do.not.bury.me. Don't, just don't, or I will claw my way out of the box and come back and eat your braaaaaaiinnns. I promise. Vincent Price and Myrna Fahey and Mark Damon in House of Usher at a very impressionable age made a mark, oh yes it did. Buffy didn't help matters, either. Donation of anything donateable and body farming, or cut me in quarters and throw me to the wolves in a fenced preserve somewhere would be my first choice. Cremation as a last resort preferrable to burial.

I'm not a big believer in funerals, as such, or graveside services, but I've done both for people who wanted that, who very deeply believed they'd be resurrected whole when the time came and had nightmares about "waking up" in Heaven missing vital parts. I do believe survivors have a need to say goodbye, a need for closure, and so I support memorial services, whether or not the deceased is physically present. You all know my thoughts on roadside shrines memorializing a car-crash victim's last (likely panic and pain-filled) moments on earth. I also recognize the need of a specific place for survivors to feel like they can go to "talk" to their lost beloved, so I do see the need for a monument or marker of some sort.

My dad has half a plot and half a headstone with his own marker at the foot of the grave in the local cemetary. He and my mom seemed to derive some comfort from knowing where they'd be, and that they'd be properly marked, attributed, and together. My mom has a funeral arrangement in place, with a coffin and a vault already picked out and paid for. It gives her peace of mind, as it did my dad.

My father-in-law died suddenly and unexpectedly. There was no notice in the paper. My MIL called a few people later on in the week. The morning he died, she, my DH and BIL went from FIL's bedside to the mortuary and arranged for cremation. DH picked up the ashes, and the following weekend our entire nuclear family of seven gathered on a mountain that's a local milestone, and a favorite place of Dad's. Mom said a prayer and made a brief eulogy, and we scattered his ashes. The wind took them down over the mountainside. I had brought roses for each of us, and we scattered the petals on the wind as well.

We chose a moment for the actual scattering when there were no other tourists in sight. Otherwise we were just a family sightseeing.

My mom? Has never once been to the cemetary to visit Dad's grave. And every time any of our family drives by the mountain, we stop if there's time, and if not, we smile and remember Dad.

Sorry for the long. I just meant to say that there's no "right" way, unless your faith dictates what must be done. I do think the deceased's wishes should preclude those of the survivors' though. I say again: Do.Not.Bury.Me. Please, and thank you.


tommyrot - Mar 19, 2005 8:13:51 am PST #7930 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

It's nice to see when the press recognizes a Buffista for her/his brilliance, yet comforting to realize that no one in the media has connected the dots and figured out our world-domination plan.