Damn. Killed the thread
Giles: I'm sure we're all perfectly safe. Dawn: We're safe. Right. And Spike built a robot Buffy to play checkers with. Tara: It sounded convincing when I thought it.
'Dirty Girls'
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.
beth b - Aug 15, 2005 1:20:30 pm PDT #6548 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Gudanov - Aug 15, 2005 1:26:15 pm PDT #6549 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping
Yeah, the thread is quiet. Too quiet.
Pix - Aug 15, 2005 1:29:45 pm PDT #6550 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
job~ma to Beth's DH!
Cass:
Last one too. I got covetous and actually interrupted the production meeting to see who was stashing it. Name him and he's yours. Unless he's a she.I will have to meet him/her before I find out what his/her name is. That's how it works for me with dragons--they tell me their names.
Hi Bev!
I have just finished painting a coat of terra cotta in my kitchen. This makes the FOURTH time I have painted the damned room in the last two weeks. I am exceptionally bad at determining how the little sample will look when up on the walls, especially in contrast with the very dark brown living room. I also seem to be a miserable failure at guessing what the light will do to said color...like, say, making what appeared to be a nice cocoa brown turn olive green when seen in sunlight. Hypothetically speaking, of course.
I know that I should do the whole "paint a piece of plywood and live with it" thing to determine paint colors, but I am impatient, impulsive, and a tad obsessive-compulsive, a very bad combination when it comes to painting.
The good news? I'm really liking the terra cotta. So far. I still have to do the off-white texture over the top. Pray for me. I'm sick of going to Lowes.
Cass - Aug 15, 2005 1:33:21 pm PDT #6551 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.
But ... but ... you said you wanted nothing to happen. I did nothing.
Well, I ~ma'd your DH but quiet like so as not to make it seem like anything was happening.
Cass - Aug 15, 2005 1:35:17 pm PDT #6552 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.
I will have to meet him/her before I find out what his/her name is. That's how it works for me with dragons--they tell me their names.Fair enough. Come meet the dragon and learn its name.
Ginger - Aug 15, 2005 1:44:02 pm PDT #6553 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Yay for no Cushings! I hope Toto starts feeling better.
Hil, may the antibiotics kick in quickly.
Cass, I hope you're not really sick, but just slightly allergic to people who use "task" as a verb.
I used to love thunderstorms, but I've seen too many trees go down around here this summer. Now I spend thunderstorms looking suspiciously at the trees in my yard. I haven't had a chance to miss thunderstorms this summer; we've been in the tropical thunderstorm practically every evening mode. They just add to the evil humidity.
askye - Aug 15, 2005 1:50:26 pm PDT #6554 of 10001
Thrive to spite them
Kristin I hope you don't have to go to Lowe's any time soon. And I'd love to see pictures of your kitchen.
Mom's sort of in the same situation, she can't decide what color she wants for the kitchen so she has various blotches and stripes of paint on the walls so she can figure out which she likes best.
Laura - Aug 15, 2005 1:57:05 pm PDT #6555 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Job~ma for Matt
Health~ma for Hil. I'm glad you are going to be in Mom's capable care.
Yay Toto!!
Sparky1 - Aug 15, 2005 2:10:25 pm PDT #6556 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
job ~ma for your DH, beth, disguised to look like nothing.
Hil, you made two good decisions today -- getting yourself to the doc and getting yourself to your Mom. Feel better!
No Lowe ~ma for Kristin!
Lee - Aug 15, 2005 2:12:50 pm PDT #6557 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I think I may have just fallen in love with a voice on the phone. Not the person, just the voice.
That's not a good sign, is it?