Spike/Harm ,'Help'
[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.
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Hi Trudy! How's things?
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Oof. Hi JZ!
Susan, heh. The best Word correction I've ever gotten was when it was trying to cope with a paper I'd written on film and the female gaze (the meaning of which I no longer remember), and after puzzling a bit over Sontag, it suggested that possibly I meant Sandhog.
Hee. I did come across a spellchecker once that wanted to change my name to "Wailing Haitians".
Spellcheck always wants to change my first name to Mount.
Happy belated birthday, D. Gris!
Your sister is very sweet. What a nice post.
These breast barnacles are 'xpensive!Okay, Plei. That's one of the funniest expressions I've ever read--certainly one of the funnier ones about babies. Hee. I hope most of that is covered for you.
Points accusing finger at Topic!Cindy -- HEATHEN!!Au contraire, Narrataire. It is I who honored the sacred timeslot. J'accuse.
(This would be so much better if I'd had even a semester of French, in high school.)
Carrot cake is veg, right?
No. It is sugar, fat, and some shredded veg that is cooked long enough that its starch is converted to sugar. I can't fake up carrot cake.
:: cries::
Now, now. Don't cry. It is not veg. It is cake. But that's okay, because in my world, cake is allowed. There are no evil foods, hence there is no reason to re-classify them.
Nora, I'm sorry your great night turned out sort of crappy. I feel badly for your friend too, but the kind of badly that makes me want to shake her into clue-dom.
Happy Belated Birthday, Gris!
Nora, that is just awful. I am so sorry...like you need that right now.
I'm up WAY earlier than I hoped to be. Stupid period.
Timelies!
Gloomcookie has a new tag, and I don't think I even know what her actual first name is.
Nora, I'm sorry you had a bad night.
Word consistently wants me to change the last name of our Sr. Exec VP and Manging Dir. to "Cuddles". I don't think he'd find it amusing.
Oh, brenda, that's amusing.
I'm trying to catch up on some things I didn't get done yesterday. Right now I'm seeing what I have to put together my "portfolio" for creative writing. Fortunately, I've done all of the assignments and optional assignments, so I should be good to go with the number of things written. Unfortunately, though, I have not been good about continuing to revise said assignments. So, I've got a lot of revising to do over the next week and a half.
Word consistently wants me to change
Add his name to the dictionary!
>Baby costs came in today: 11k+. Don't remember how much of that's covered, though. These breast barnacles are 'xpensive!
Ouch. But I think that sounds about right (all associated costs--epidural, hospital, OB and ped came in around 12K for us. We were responsible for 10% of that but we had stashed enough in our flexible spending account to cover our portion. I thank super-planny husband for that.) Also, BWAH! That's the best baby-related phrase I've ever heard.
Oh lord, that's fantastic. And I feel obliged now to share the information that an enclosure for platypi is called a platypussary. And that I just clicked on a website (http://www.platypuscomputing.com/platwhat.html) that played the sound of kookaburras laughing, and it made me very happy. And I just refreshed the page, so they'd do it again.
It's a VERY good show--all about helping and sharing but with an ECHIDNA!! Bonus. Their theme music includes a didgeridoo, too, which is cool. Platypussary? Hee!
Nora, righteous anger indeed! I've had to deal with my twin sister's jealousy a few times because I appear to have the life she wants sometimes (husband, kid). But at least she's never yelled at me for it. It's not like your life is something that just dropped into your lap. You work hard for it and the people in it. Gah, it's just horrible to be so jealous you'd berate a friend in public for something like that.
Poker party went very well last night. I came out $5 richer than I went in after coming in 2nd in the Texas Hold 'Em tournament.
Add his name to the dictionary!
Done. And no variation of "cuddle" is there anymore. But after the venereal incident the other day, I'm freaked out all over again that it'll splip past someone.