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Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
[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.
"You don't listen to what I say or advise you. Shut up, I'm sick of hearing your petty shit."?
Well, if it was a real friend, I'd definitely say the first sentence--not so much the second. :)
sings Steeler's Wheel's "Stuck in the Middle With You" a shudders, just a little
Blargh. Good one.
cries
Great, now she'll sue me for mental anguish.
I'm afraid I'm with Teppy on "Sin City." Not so much for the unending spiral of violence as a way to spend my off hours.
I appreciate Miller's stuff, but I'm also afraid "Sin City" might run into the same problems I saw with "Sky Captain"--they were so busy making it look new and hip and different that they didn't notice the story had no depth. When I think of "Sky Captain," it's like something I remember dreaming, hazy and colorless, and there wasn't enough meat in it to do more than "Well, that looks interesting."
I imagine "Sin City's" not going to have much problem with meat (red, juicy meat), but I'm afraid the look will get in the way of the story.
(I'm aware this would probably be better in Movies, but hey)
You don't listen to what I say or advise you. Shut up, I'm sick of hearing your petty shit.
I think you're probably justified in saying this right now in a nicer way.
I've heard it- it made me sit up and pay attention like no amount of previously discarded advice had. It stung, sure. I didn't talk to that person for a while, but he was a friend and he was around after I pulled my head out of my ass.
Blargh. Good one.
CANNOT ever hear that song any more without thinking of that scene.
Well, if it was a real friend, I'd definitely say the first sentence--not so much the second. :)
Damn.
I said this instead:
Well, if they are as out to get you as you have suggested, than any internet usage - lunch or not - can be used against you if it's not directly work related. But, otherwise, quit freaking out. You are tightening your own noose more than your job is by worrying about every little thing.
Huh. None of the violence in Sin City affected me at all, because I couldn't get past the adolescent machismo in the writing. I had a really hard time making it through the one book I finished, actually, because the writing was just so bad. (DH saw the film yesterday, and basically said, Jess, don't see this in theatres, you'll be bored out of your skull.)