Oh, I wish those council guys would let me have an hour alone in the room with her, if I was larger and had grenades.

Willow ,'Storyteller'

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.

Frankenbuddha - Sep 01, 2005 7:44:29 am PDT #9985 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

I am so cranky. God. I paw at the keyboard ineffectively and blah.

Juggles glitter-covered geese to distract Nora from the cranky.

P.M. Marc - Sep 01, 2005 7:45:28 am PDT #9986 of 10001
"Man, i'm covered in pony blood."

I want cable.

And beer.

There's beer in the basement, but I'm not drinking much of it, and it's not even 10 am here.

Mostly, I wish I'd been able to go back to sleep, because I've got about five minutes before Lily wakes up, and I'm dogtired.

Fred Pete - Sep 01, 2005 7:46:16 am PDT #9987 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.

Daria on Noggin is mainly a TiVo thing. It's on at 3 a.m. Eastern.

OTOH, they tend to show videos instead of commercials between shows. "Don't Phunk With My Heart" was a popular one when I was catching up on Daria -- a rather strange game-show-themed video.

ChiKat - Sep 01, 2005 7:47:07 am PDT #9988 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 think I had too much coffee this morning. I have a headache and I feel queasy.

Sparky1 - Sep 01, 2005 7:48:53 am PDT #9989 of 10001
Librarian Warlord

I want cable.

I don't really want cable, but I do really want TiVo.

I have to work late tonight. Feh.

Trudy, thanks for passing on -t's message. I was wondering if the 2 year old cell phone number I had for her would work, but now I guess she'll be out here in CA and we might get to see her in person.

P.M. Marc - Sep 01, 2005 7:50:40 am PDT #9990 of 10001
"Man, i'm covered in pony blood."


Jilli warning:

spider on my bed. argh. am retreating to end of. crap. no way to get it out, and it's now behind/beneath my bolster. crapcrapcrap. not small enough to deal with on my own. crap.

Lee - Sep 01, 2005 7:53:56 am PDT #9991 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Ick, Plei. Maybe you can send a cat in after it?

I was sure this thread would be dead by the time I got to work.

EpicTangent - Sep 01, 2005 7:54:48 am PDT #9992 of 10001
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty

Finally caught up after days and days, in time for the thread rollover. Cool.

Timelies All.

Things-coming-together-ma, Susan.

Things-will-be-great-try-to-stop-stressing-ma, sj.

Love Daria, always enjoy the nights when I can't sleep yet at midnight, and get rewarded for sleeplessness with Daria.

Joining in the thankful that -t's okay bandwagon.

Anybody else? Hugs, -ma, and glitter - distribute as needed.

Steph L. - Sep 01, 2005 7:55:56 am PDT #9993 of 10001
He does keep running, very poorly, for brief and agonizing stretches of time. It still sucks unbelievably, like how come digging your nails into your cuticles until they bleed counts as “self-harm” but making your entire body hurt is considered “healthy”?

I am so cranky. God. I paw at the keyboard ineffectively and blah.

That's downright poetic.

EpicTangent - Sep 01, 2005 7:57:16 am PDT #9994 of 10001
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty

Plei, could you use a big glass for capture and stiff paper (cardstock, greeting card, postcard) for containment? Or is that far too close for comfort?

Sorry I can't help in person. Spider capture-and-release is a specialty of mine.