Rand must've loved him. Not that that makes me not love him.
Riley: Oh, yeah. Sorry 'bout last time. Heard I missed out on some fun. Xander: Oh yeah, fun was had. Also frolic, merriment and near-death hijinks.
'Never Leave Me'
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.
Daisy Jane - Jul 14, 2005 9:18:18 am PDT #816 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Strix - Jul 14, 2005 9:20:40 am PDT #817 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Hey, all. Popping in to say hi. I've been computer-free this week -- only 1 and half day of temp work, and grindingly dull work at that, and no Net.
Sadness.
Grief!
A shower of tears like rain!
Or something. Anyhoo, just wanted to pop in really quick and look around. Anything exciting happen?
-t - Jul 14, 2005 9:27:52 am PDT #818 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Hi Erin!
Nothing exciting has happened to me, and if I tried to recount otehr people's excitement I would surely forget to mention the most important things, so I will let someone else sum up.
The Philadelphia Museum of Art has a Whitman Sampler Collection. The things I learn from google.
Laura - Jul 14, 2005 9:29:21 am PDT #819 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
And you have not truly lived until you have rented the RSC version and seen Hugh Jackman sing it, IJS.
Another bit of scrappy wisdom.
Oh What a Beautiful Morning is what I wake my kids with. Trust me on this, I don't do it quite so well.
Ginger - Jul 14, 2005 9:33:08 am PDT #820 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
My mother always sang, "Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning" to wake us up. I have no idea what it's from. My mother is a fount of obscure songs.
-t - Jul 14, 2005 9:34:39 am PDT #821 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
I think that's Irving Berlin, but I'm not sure. I know more of the words, though - 'Oh how I hate the bugle's call" ... something about killing the guy who waked the bugler up. My mother sang it, too.
eta: Yup, Irving Berlin [link] It appears my mother got the lyrics wrong, or the boy scouts did. This is probably what she sang [link] and I'm remembering it wrong.
Laura - Jul 14, 2005 9:40:08 am PDT #822 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Yes, it was from the war time movie. Very cute. I sing that one too. My children have to endure my singing on a regular basis.
Topic!Cindy - Jul 14, 2005 9:42:27 am PDT #823 of 10001
What is even happening?
My mother sang that one, too (the hate one).
Ginger - Jul 14, 2005 9:45:47 am PDT #824 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I've taken a new tag from Irving Berlin. I don't know why I never thought to look up where that song was from before.
Mother always sang:
Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning!
Oh, how I'd love to remain in bed!
Ta da ta da
You've got to get up. You've got to get up.
You've got to get up this morning.
She apparently forgot the bugle part or thought it not relevant to the task of rousing us out of bed.
Sparky1 - Jul 14, 2005 9:45:51 am PDT #825 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
My mother did not sing to get us up. Her favorite trick was showing up in our bedroom with the vacuum on weekends. We had no curfews, but we were not allowed to sleep in -- had to appear at breakfast and face the parents.