Betsy, that sucks. Bastards.
In addition to the pawn shop list, check ebay for items matching the stolen goods.
Grr. Fuckers.
Cordelia: You're him. You're Angel's son. Connor: It's not like I got to choose.
'Hell Bound'
What Happens in Natter 35 Stays in Natter 35
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
P.M. Marc - May 29, 2005 10:31:29 pm PDT #7859 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Tom Scola - May 30, 2005 2:24:29 am PDT #7860 of 10001
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
Woman catches burglar via eBay: [link]
Volans - May 30, 2005 2:32:22 am PDT #7861 of 10001
move out and draw fire
Today was a good day. I bought a 70s Brit-punk tee that says "Make Sex Not War" and a cognitive dissonance bag (it's a black bag that says PINK BAG on it). And I passed a store called "Sport Kok." Sadly, it didn't turn out to be a jock strap boutique.
Theodosia - May 30, 2005 3:25:04 am PDT #7862 of 10001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
OOoh, the E-Bay (and Craig's List, as well) suggestion sounds good. At least it's something to do -- having been robbed before I know how painful it is even when you don't lose all that much in material things.
tommyrot - May 30, 2005 3:35:16 am PDT #7863 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.
And I passed a store called "Sport Kok." Sadly, it didn't turn out to be a jock strap boutique.
Those faux-sport kok vagina bojanglers!
(That might just be the bestest sentence I've ever written.)
Lee - May 30, 2005 3:45:58 am PDT #7864 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I go with sleeping.
This is what I did, which is why I am awake now. Also, Allyson, Kristen, and ita were all very mean to me in my dreams. I don't remember how or why, but Dream me still shakes my not so wee fists at them all.
§ ita § - May 30, 2005 4:14:57 am PDT #7865 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I was not mean to you! It must have been a doppleganger.
Or you'd been a bad, bad girl.
Topic!Cindy - May 30, 2005 5:04:30 am PDT #7866 of 10001
What is even happening?
Doppleganger the bojangler.
Laura - May 30, 2005 5:05:28 am PDT #7867 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Those faux-sport kok vagina bojanglers!
I gotta say that last night's chatting was an interesting skim.
Peace to you and yours Lilty.
The only thing I really feel terrible about it that his parents and brother took a quick break from the hospital to grab a bite of dinner with everyone. Everyone expected it would be days, and we got a call about twenty minutes after they left- they hadn't made it in time.
I had been in the room non-stop for almost 4 days when my mother kicked me out to have a cup of coffee with my BIL. Within 5 minutes my husband died. The nurses said it happens all the time. For whatever reason the person passing just prefers not to have their parents/spouse/friend there and chooses to pass when they are out of the room. It is not a bad thing, because if they had been there they would hold a memory of his passing, rather than his living.
Also, I love the idea of catching the evil robbers of Betsy's treasures on eBay. That would be sweet.
So what are people doing this holiday for some? Got the big family picnic thing happening at Casa Holt. (yes, I should be cleaning and food prepping)
§ ita § - May 30, 2005 5:21:11 am PDT #7868 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Ack. I'm trying to remember the name of a bawdy cartoonist. I saw one of his cartoons with a huge egg banging the hell out of a chicken, and the caption "Who came first?"
Ring any bells for anyone? There was also one with a dog taping cones to a guy's hands while he sleeps saying "See how you like not being able to play with your balls."