Jonathan ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
[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.
Evil Plei sneaks in with her cool new haircut news and takes all the wind out of my sails. It's a good thing I love you, woman, or we'd be fighting in a fountain like Alexis and the other Dynasty woman.
We should totally do that! But in jello! For charity!
Screw charity -- I'm thinking pay-per-view, syndication rights, money money money. W00t!
Screw charity -- I'm thinking pay-per-view, syndication rights, money money money. W00t!
I'm in! Paypal's good, right? This could be the Bitches equivalent of funding Nilly's trip to America.
There is no eros in my Cohen appreciation.None? Huh.
Screw charity -- I'm thinking pay-per-view, syndication rights, money money money. W00t!
WOO!
Okay, to be fair, the charity I was thinking of was, y'know, us.
So we can, umm. I dunno. Buy shit.
SHOE MONEY TONIGHT!
So we can, umm. I dunno. Buy shit.
SHOE MONEY TONIGHT!
TPBs, baby. TPBs. Momma needs Batman TPBs.
Okay. 3:20 a.m., and I finally feel like I might be ready to sleep. Am going to go give it a shot. Wish me unconsciousness.
None? Huh.
Dude, he sounds like my dad.
I heard him speak before I heard him sing, because I first heard him on Austin City Limits*. Thought processes went, "Huh, sounds like Dad. Whoa. Good music."
*Almost all my musical knowledge/exposure outside of my sister's stuff--which is pretty much Stevie Nicks 24/7--comes from 1986 or later. Before that, I listened exclusively to talk radio. My parents had music, but as the record player broke when I was small, and they never spent the money to get it fixed, all we ever listened to that wasn't classical music was Simon and Garfunkle or Neil Diamond, because the tape player belonged to my mother, and her taste isn't all that grand.
Dude, he sounds like my dad.
I hope your Dad never recited "I'm Your Man" to you. t /Freudsville, baybee
Dude, he sounds like my dad.Oddly, you get the pass on this kink. Preemptively.
I'm just amused that no one else suddenly didn't find a way to invite themselves to the next family thing in the spirit of listening... Because it is a nice voice. (Not the lack of a sexuality, neither pro nor con offered in that compliment.)
I hope you sleep, Tep. Your help was ... um ... helpful tonight. I should scour for the rest of that hands photoshoot for you, that kind of helpful. The I would do sexual favors but you'd appreciate them more if they weren't from me kind of favors.
Hec, I thought of a backchannel musical challenge (it could be inthread but I am a git) for you. Interested? I can toss songs and you can psychoanalyse me find a mix for me....
I'm just amused that no one else suddenly didn't find a way to invite themselves to the next family thing in the spirit of listening... Because it is a nice voice.
The last extended conversation I had with my father wasn't so much a conversation as it was me listening to him muse befuddledly at people's inabilities to grasp such a simple concept as different sizes of infinities. I can't even remember the question I asked that sent him in that direction, but I think he was recounting tales from their June road trip.
I mean, I suppose it's a nice enough voice, but the topics that interest him, and therefore most likely to get talked about, are generally mathy or physicsy.
Then I recant. My "voices" are now dependent on what they are talking about. I have been very lucky in the past. And occasionally I fetishize them into just the sounds and the rest is easily masked away.