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I'm sorry, dad. You know I would never have tried to save River's life if I had known there was a dinner party at risk.
Simon ,'Safe'
Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
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Cass - Aug 27, 2005 12:56:37 pm PDT #9152 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.
Emily - Aug 27, 2005 1:08:16 pm PDT #9153 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
vw's out of town, back tomorrow.
dw - Aug 27, 2005 1:08:17 pm PDT #9154 of 10001
Silence means security silence means approval
Heh. They can BE married, just don't let them GET married, see...no weddings! Must be married by judge! No dresses allowed, no attendants!
No no no no. If gays and lesbians want the protections and identity of marriage extended to them, they must also accept the overpriced catering, ridiculous fashions, and wedding attendant power plays heteros have had to endure since the dawn of modern marriage.
In fact, I want a constitutional amendment requiring all marriages to have one person wearing an expensive, cumbersome wedding dress. And I don't care if Ron just can't pull off anything in taffeta, this is what God intended -- for weddings to be a big-ass pain in the neck that the two people involved can't recall clearly 24 hours later.
Susan W. - Aug 27, 2005 1:14:08 pm PDT #9155 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Heh. You're not going to like the weddings in either of my novels, dear. Very quiet, rushed affairs, both of them. We're talking best clothes the couple already has on hand, local church, just the vicar and enough witnesses to make everything nice and legal.
'Course, the Regency is, if not before the dawn of modern marriage, certainly before the dawn of the modern wedding.
Cass - Aug 27, 2005 1:17:10 pm PDT #9156 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.
vw's out of town, back tomorrow.Ah. Then I will maybe just work on them today and email her tomorrow-ish. Thanks.
Snickett was a good choice.
Deena - Aug 27, 2005 1:33:48 pm PDT #9157 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Cass, when you send them in (and yes, you should), send them to: buffistascookbook@gmail.com.
I took a nap and it was so lovely. That's pretty much all I've got. Huh. I could have sworn there was something erudite and witty lurking in the back of my brain.
Laura - Aug 27, 2005 1:35:12 pm PDT #9158 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Duh! I sent mine to vw's address. Will resend.
and I didn't follow the instructions in Press either. I'm going to have to edit and resend....
dcp - Aug 27, 2005 1:47:10 pm PDT #9159 of 10001
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know.
Wait a minute... why do I feel bad? HE hit ME from BEHIND. He ran me down!
Heh. You're not alone. I got bounced off the bumper of a pickup truck once...it was a dark and rainy night, I was walking across the grocery store parking lot, and the pickup came roaring in off the street behind me. (OMG! Was it really 20 years ago? Doesn't seem like it.). I turned around when I heard him coming and jumped to get out of the way. He slammed on his brakes and swerved, but he had swerved in the same direction I had jumped, and his bumper caught me on the outside of my upper right thigh. I was thrown about ten feet and I tucked and rolled another ten before I came to a stop. After checking that nothing was broken and that I could stand, the first thing that occurred to me to do was walk up to his window and ask, "Are you okay?" Then I went inside and did my grocery shopping. Pretty silly, in hindsight. Shock does funny things to you.
I didn't start cursing at him until the next morning, when the leg stiffened up. Too late to do much good.
SailAweigh - Aug 27, 2005 1:51:27 pm PDT #9160 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
I want an Amelia Peabody type umbrella, so I can jam it in the spokes of asshats who run red lights while I'm the crosswalk and I have the right of way! Would serve them right.
Cass - Aug 27, 2005 2:21:46 pm PDT #9161 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.
when you send them in (and yes, you should), send them to: buffistascookbook@gmail.com.Send the preview or wait and send whatever the instructions in Press say that I have promptly forgotten?
Gris, I hope you aren't too hurt. And, yeah, not really your fault.
I took my flexeril at 3 because I am totally following the every eight hours directions but I was trying to not take the vicodin. I think my will just faded though. We'll try half. Much tender where I was pummelled for the greater muscular good yesterday.
I am watching the last episode of Forever Knight on this disk and then it is either Team America, some SG:A that I now have seven episodes to watch or ... no, those are my only options.
Unless I put on pants and go to Blockbuster. Which I might do as there doesn't seem to be anything I want to eat in the house. And then, yes I promise, right back to the heavy lying about doing nothing.