Xander ,'Bring On The Night'
[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.
I skipped like a skippy thing. I apologize and swear to catch up tommorrow and deliver the appropriate ~ma and hugs.
It's like there's some cosmic rule that the one night you want to go home, throw on your jammies, and go to bed, your roomate will throw the only party (well, ok, gathering of more than two people) she's thrown in a YEAR.
They're singing 'Afternoon Delight'. Help me, Jesus.
One picture I would like to put up is me feeding a rainbow lorikeet. Unfortunately, I seem to have misplaced it.
I have one. Possibly two.
But awesome, don't forget awesome... And happy belated JSw, haven't seen you in ages.
So true, and thanks. Good to see you too, Cass. It has been too long.
t is all Serenity-geeking tonight
I just e-mailed a boy and asked him to coffee.
claps.
Oh, very well done you. I totally bottled emailing a boy and asking him out a month or so back - he's a friend & coworker of S (friend of a friend), and every time I've spoken to S he's been all 'Oh my God, you REALLY must meet T - you're so well suited to each other'. And finally I was out having curry & stuff at a friend's house and S was there and he ended up phoning T and getting him to come over to met me. He seemed to be a nice bloke, and although I didn't fall head over heels in love with him on the spot I did think 'Huh. Nice bloke. Kind of geeky. Wouldn't mind seeing him again.' (We were chatting away until 4am or so.) Only I sort of bottled the whole contacting him thing. Um. He apparently asked for my phone number, but then he didn't call. Still vaguely think I maybe ought to follow up on the email, 'cause he did seem to be a nice guy, even just on a platonic basis. Um. But then there's the whole seeing photos of myself and thinking 'dear God, woman, get a fucking grip.' 'Cause I really really really need to be less blob-like, and this really doesn't do much to make one feel dateable.
Man, I suck.
Anyway, I had other things to meara. Let's see.
best possible name for the Zmayhem spawn (should we have any and should it be a girl) was Ozma Smay
Not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed this was just a dream. I rather like Ozma as a name, notwithstanding the getting teased thing, but I think it would work better with a mundane surname. (And now I'm actually thinking of baby names for you guys. Which is bonkers. And of course I came up with April Smay, which made me giggle. )
Hee. Maybe I should change the title to "Tested on Americans".And Brits. But I already have a crush on you anyway, so it may not be a fair way of judging the efficacy of the profile. (When meeting Meara in person there was perhaps an unseemly degree of "You met Billytea!!! Did you go to the zoo with him?" bouncing, when she recounted her travels up to that point.)
I did drop a brick on my foot while student teaching and shout "FuckMONKEY" pretty loudly, but no one was in the room.
Despite the fact that I swear all the time, and have recently reincorporated the word cunt into my use-rather-too-often vocabulary, I don't generally have a problem with swearing in front of the munchkins. Utterly randomly, though, I accidentally swore in front of 'em earlier this week. One of my favourite munchkins (7 year old with a brain the size of a small caribbean island and enough personality to start her own theme park - we get on very well, but there was an initial testing period of several weeks in which time she was very miserable and scowly and a total drama queen back at the start of first term. Other teachers still startle me by referring to her as never smiling and all that - I love the fact that she gets jokes and references the other kids won't, and that she remembers stuff, and that she reads Shakespeare, and I love the fact that she questions every damned thing. I'm all yay that, 95% of the time. (5% of the time I'm like "look, I need you to just accept this thing for now, because then we can move on to the point. By all means go and check said thing out in the library or the internet later, and if I'm wrong, come and show me your sources and I'll appreciate that. But we can't spend the next ten minutes debating it, because we've got limited time, so please work with me here or I'm going to start getting shouty and impatient very soon indeed.") I do treat her like the intelligent person she is. Although I pretty much expect her to realise that I am just as smart as she is, maybe smarter, but with the added advantage of having been alive for more than 2 decades longer in which to find out stuff. And actually, this is way more intro than we need, isn't it? Sorry. ) Aaaanyway, she's one of my favourite munchkins. She has an unusual and seasonal name, but in the interests of privacy (continued...)
( continues...) I'll refer to her as, um, River. Right, so River's standing next to my desk first thing in the morning, having been telling me about something or other, and most of the other kids in the room are busy putting bags away or chatting about kid stuff and oblivious, and then one of my fellow Year 3 teachers pops into the room and asks if I've photocopied such-and-such a thing yet, and I slap my forehead and say "Shit! Sorry, sorry, I forgot - I'll get it to you this morning, I promise." And I turn to my left and find River gaping at me. But gaping in an I'm-really-bright-and-quite-the-thespian-and- this-is-an-excellent-moment-to-look-gobsmacked-because-YOU-JUST-SWORE!!!! kind of way. And I looked at her, and just cracked up, because I'm sure her Mum (fabulous lady, Scottish, very shouty and of the opinion that my Evil Boss is a total and utter twat, but that I'm a good teacher and have done right by her child) must occasionally swear within her hearing, and River's sufficiently grown up (and 1st Language English) that I pretty much always talk to her like a peer. Um. So I just dissolved into apologetic giggles, and she arched her eyebrow disapprovingly at me, and I apologised for not being a better role model, and we returned to the subject at hand.
P-C, loved the phone message. How does one make an LJ phone message, then? 'Cause now I want to do it.
Hec, not to be too intrusive, but can I ask who it is that died? Only I have some overlap with RL met-via-the-net acquaintances with Jim E-T, but they're folks I've lost track of & I've no idea if they're on LJ now. I'm sure he knows gazillions of people and it's likely not someone I know, but I'm a smidgen concerned now.
eta Damn, knew there was something else - congrats, amych!!!
I get a geekly frisson from thinking that had we not been trying to co-write Wesley/Lex duelling porn, you might not have gone into Research Mode and got involved in the fencing thing at that particular time, and thus might not now be all loved up and married and stuff! It's like actually seeing the metamorphosis of one of the butterflies that go ont to contribute to the creation of a hurricane somewhere. Kind of. Or something.
P-C, loved the phone message. How does one make an LJ phone message, then? 'Cause now I want to do it.
The FAQ explains here. All the numbers are American, though.
Older folk are more likely to have a problem with profanity.
My parents, who will be 69 this year, have spoiled me rotten for other adults.
I've been tempted to wash my mother's mouth out with soap from time to time. She actually gets worked up and angry when she thinks about people thinking "hell" is bad language, and I've given up arguing with her about it.
My brother-in-law once remarked that all the women in our family say the word "shit" with the same sort of lengthy clenched-mouth hiss. I'm honestly not sure if I picked that up from Mother or from Alison or from them both.
t tacklehugs fayjay
Fay has the bestest stories evah!
Anyone up and around?
Not me, should be sleeping. How goes it, vw?