So do I. And I know exactly which map you're talking about, too; Nic's very fond of it.
Well, look at you. All dressed up in big sister's clothes.
Faith ,'End of Days'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
deborah grabien - Sep 18, 2006 6:30:38 am PDT #8331 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
deborah grabien - Sep 18, 2006 7:53:08 am PDT #8332 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Under the wire....
Slouching Towards Bethlehem
It comes as an attachment to email: Hey Deb, here's the directions to the Garcia Amphitheatre. It's in McLaren Park. You're down as VIP. See you there!
With the map on Ripper's passenger seat, I take 101 south to Paul. Paul to Mansell. Up the hill to Mansell to Shelley Drive.
I park. I can hear music.
The map doesn't show the security barricade. It doesn't show the twisty trail, opening out into the small curving theatre. It doesn't show the steep path down to the band's dressing room.
All roads lead to my history, and maybe to my future.
Lee - Sep 18, 2006 9:00:38 am PDT #8333 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Challenge #124 (maps) is now closed.
In honor of the divine Erika, the Phoenix board, and, well, me and all the other cool September babies, Challenge #125 is birthday celebrations .
erikaj - Sep 19, 2006 11:17:26 am PDT #8334 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Victor, some evidence that I've read your column
Bear in mind I'm not quite a poet, though.
For Victor...
I’m an asshole because when I look good in my leather jacket,
I rarely think about the cows...it’s that special for the plain girl to feel hot.
I’m an asshole every time I flip past Olbermann for something dumb on Nick at Nite I’ve even seen before, and then I use my insomnia as an excuse: Think too much and I might never sleep again, I weakly apologize, than mainline laugh tracks like a buffoon.
I’m an asshole every time I make fun of the well-intentioned granola women I know, spirit names and all, especially since I’m respectful to their faces.(Their clean, no-makeup-wearing, 1970-hair-having faces)
I’m an asshole every time I look through my crowd for somebody “worse off” than I.
There are thousands of ways not to be a hero every day...these are mine.
deborah grabien - Sep 20, 2006 2:34:04 pm PDT #8335 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Huh. For some reason, the birthday topic doesn't seem to be sparking.
I have one, but it's well beyond depressing, and since I am not, at this precise moment in time, particularly depressed, I don't want to remember what I did on someone else's birthday on 24 February, 1976.
Lee - Sep 20, 2006 2:39:22 pm PDT #8336 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I know. We could change it to cake.
People like cake, right?
ChiKat - Sep 20, 2006 2:42:44 pm PDT #8337 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?
Cake or death?
Lee - Sep 20, 2006 2:43:10 pm PDT #8338 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Exactly!
Aims - Sep 20, 2006 2:49:14 pm PDT #8339 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
thinks
uhhhhh..Cake!
deborah grabien - Sep 20, 2006 3:33:01 pm PDT #8340 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
.....so my choice is, or death...?