I'm a single undead gal trying to make it in the big city. I have to start somewhere and they're evil here. They don't judge. They've got necro-tempered glass. No burning up. A great medical plan, and who needs dental more than us?

Harmony ,'Conviction (1)'


Spike's Bitches 25 to Life  

[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.


Nora Deirdre - Aug 11, 2005 7:32:26 am PDT #5843 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

I'm actually making the chocolate bundt cake right now from CI.

drool


Jars - Aug 11, 2005 7:32:28 am PDT #5844 of 10001

Yay cookbook! What kind of a recipe should we be contributing?


ChiKat - Aug 11, 2005 7:34:09 am PDT #5845 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

Fay, I am so sorry your work situation is so fucked up. The bright side is that you're not getting screwed out of a salary. And, more time to write!

I am actually giving serious consideration to approaching my Evil Former Employer and seeing whether he can give me a reason to return to teach at the Evil School.

NOOOO!!!!!

With the usual caveats about being thousands of miles away and not really understanding all the circumstances, my gut reaction to this is to run screaming toward you, crying, "Eek! No! Don't do it!"

Or, er, what Susan said.

My Very Handsome Son and the Little Wooden Boy of Love

Very handsome Emmett! He looks so much like you, Hec. When did he get to be a young man instead of a little boy?

I thought you might like this site: Theatre Ephemera, a collection of photographs and drawings of pre-20th-century American theaters and the actors who graced their stages.

That's where I go to school!


vw bug - Aug 11, 2005 7:34:31 am PDT #5846 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Um, no we're not. Mind, I think we're just fine with what we're doing here. But we're not a non-profit, and the proceeds are earmarked for us, no?

Oh. We're not? Whoops. And yes, they're earmarked for keeping up the board.


ChiKat - Aug 11, 2005 7:38:58 am PDT #5847 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

I've worked here. Beautiful space. Horrible boss. Rumor has it (I never saw it) that there is a hallway above the fly system that connects the theatre with the hotel next door. Supposedly, John Barrymore had it put in so that he could leave the theatre and go to his hotel room without having to face the unwashed masses waiting for him at the stage door.


Topic!Cindy - Aug 11, 2005 7:41:37 am PDT #5848 of 10001
What is even happening?

I'm looking at Mom Groups on MSN Groups. WTF is a SIGGIE?

It's a signature line, which serves the same purpose that our taglines serve, here. A lot of boards provide the space we provide for taglines at the bottom of a post.


DCJensen - Aug 11, 2005 7:44:50 am PDT #5849 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.

Speaking of cats... Heh

You see, wire telegraph is a kind of a very, very long cat. You pull his tail in New York and his head is meowing in Los Angeles. Do you understand this? And radio operates exactly the same way: you send signals here, they receive them there. The only difference is that there is no cat.
- Albert Einstein


DCJensen - Aug 11, 2005 7:48:23 am PDT #5850 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.

and Nieman Marcus® Cookies.

Snerk.


Cass - Aug 11, 2005 7:49:53 am PDT #5851 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

a SIGGIE?
So not those things that we shouldn't be encouraging kids to smoke then?
The only difference is that there is no cat.
Heh.

Still gronkified, so much gronk.


Steph L. - Aug 11, 2005 7:53:58 am PDT #5852 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

I thought you might like this site: Theatre Ephemera, a collection of photographs and drawings of pre-20th-century American theaters and the actors who graced their stages.

That's where I go to school!

Oh, cool!