Olaf the Troll ,'Showtime'
[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.
Hee! I can only imagine going "What on earth are my neighbors doing that sounds like a vibrator??".
Argh. Am really getting pissy at girl who shows up to meetings late. I mean, yes, I know you do. But when I tell you I have a plane to catch? I'd appreciate you being at least VAGUELY on time.
sj, hope you feel better, and soon.
Cass, you just killed me with laughter. I have to admit, that happened to me in the not too recent past. Of course, I was more pissed at a perfectly good waste of batteries than embarassed at the cause of the noise.
largely b/c the Chinese is never explained (and I've watched the original 2-part pilot through....the one where Mal gets married-but-not-really, and there's been no explanation as to why they all swear in Chinese, and sorry, but that bugs).
It's never explained on the show, maybe, but Joss's explanation is that in the future, America and China are the two superpowers, such that everyone from the bottom of the social ladder to the very top knows a bit of Mandarin.
God, my fucking neck hurts.
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The Chinese grew on me over time. Rather like Frell! or Frak! in other series, except more phases to learn.
Hi! Busy girl as usual. {{all}}
Happy Birthday, Eddie! Also, I think I missed Nova Gris's birthday yesterday, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
I tend to post my thoughts in Natter and my feelings in Bitches (but as Cindy implied, nothing's exlcusive). Also, although this is probably not relaly true, I tend to think of Bitches as the early morning crew and Natter as the night time crew.
Of course, I was more pissed at a perfectly good waste of batteriesI thought it had died though. It's the Lazarus vibe. Or scored some Viagra maybe.
I can only imagine going "What on earth are my neighbors doing that sounds like a vibrator??".Exactly this. I even asked the cats (or talked to myself, whichever sounds less crazy) a few times.
The embarressment was mostly how long it took me to figure out what happened/that sound was. I think the vacuum must have performed its own sort of percusive maintenance when I vacuumed under the bed.
Today was the day my doula has a picnic where she invites all current and former clients. It was a lot of fun to see all these babies and other pregnant women. I mentioned that a friend had just had a baby recently and that she jokingly referred to her as a "breast barnacle." Everyone thought it was the funniest and most accurate thing they had ever heard. Of course, I gave all the credit to Plei.
There was an Annabelle along with Annabel in the toddler nursery today. At least this is the only other one we've met--not like the gaggle of Zachs and Jacks in the male portion of her age cohort. And I still like our spelling better. It's older-school.
My take on Natter v. Bitches? I go to Natter if I have a question about fighting or horses for my novel. I go to Bitches if I've found some gorgeous knicknack related to my novel that I just have to show someone and grump about being too poor to buy it.
Maybe it was flirting with you, Cass.