Mom! Dead people are talking to you. Do the math!

Buffy ,'Showtime'


Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!  

[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.


amych - Sep 09, 2005 7:54:30 am PDT #1875 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

Typical

snerk


erikaj - Sep 09, 2005 7:55:03 am PDT #1876 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

bwah.


§ ita § - Sep 09, 2005 7:57:13 am PDT #1877 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Dr. Dissector Delores Delrio who-knew-there-was-a-lastname?

That's the one. Who married Herschel Galileo I'm-dumping-both-those-names-for-my-mother's-surname who-knew-there-was-a-lastname.

In fact, when my mother told me my father's middle name, she also made me promise to not tell him where I found out. I knew about the Herschel, although he doesn't use it -- just shortens it to H. The idea of one of my grandmothers being a big silent movie fan and the other an astronomy fan tickles me to no end. I mean, they were both poor and living in the sticks in the third world at the time.


P.M. Marc - Sep 09, 2005 7:57:33 am PDT #1878 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Ooh, I really like Evelyn Lastname. It has a very nice flow.

It really does.

I get disconcerted by families that have some kids with really trendy names and some kids with more traditional names.

I am sandwiched between an Alison and an Ian. Not that my name is trendy, but still. Vastly unfair. Of course, they got the crap initials. Ali's are CLAM (Cindy Lee Alison McLastname), and Ian's are IBM (Ian Bruce McLastname).

Me, I'm PMM (well, socially, I suppose I'd be PMMM). Which means I never dated any Smiths or Smythes.


Cass - Sep 09, 2005 7:58:39 am PDT #1879 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.

-t, I am so sorry for your loss. Hell, I am sorry for all of your losses recently and think the world just needs to lay off you and yours for a good long while. Is there anything we can do?

--
Wow. b.org is down all night and there are 150 messages before I can log-in. We's chatty.

All territorial issues aside, if you're calling a person for their help, and then you put them on hold for hours, you're basically saying that their time is so unimportant that you can waste hours of it for no good reason. That always burns me up.
Yeah, she can make things complicated when they don't require it. And my pet peeves get altogether peevier when I don't feel well.

OTOH, and it is what I was coming in to say when b.org fall down go'd boom last night, she is also the person who has offered to drive 45 minutes to come and clean my house for me while my back is giving me such grief.

I liked Annika as a name
My niecelet's middle name is Anika. Which now that I typed, I am sure I misspelled but adding and subtracting letters randomly isn't making it look any righter. It's my step-mom (her grandma's middle, Ann in something Slavic)

Shadow came home! That is wonderful!

Ugh on the diagnosing receptionist, Tep. I called my doctor's office to rip into them for not getting a script refilled yesterday and it turns out that this time, actually the pharmacy's fault. I was contrite. Now I need to call the pharmacy to rip into them for not getting a script refilled yesterday. It's the circle of sick.

It took me years to figure out what female body part would rhyme with "Dolores," because I pronounce "clitoris" as clit-er-is, with maybe a faint stress on the first syllable. I assume that other people pronounce it cli-TOR-isss? Because that's the only thing that makes sense.
Me too.


brenda m - Sep 09, 2005 8:01:39 am PDT #1880 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Me, I'm PMM (well, socially, I suppose I'd be PMMM). Which means I never dated any Smiths or Smythes.

My sister's planned middle name was changed when she was born big and pink and roly poly and it suddenly occured how unkind it would be to saddle her with the initials HAM. She got HEM instead.


Topic!Cindy - Sep 09, 2005 8:13:40 am PDT #1881 of 10001
What is even happening?

I am sandwiched between an Alison and an Ian. Not that my name is trendy, but still. Vastly unfair. Of course, they got the crap initials. Ali's are CLAM (Cindy Lee Alison McLastname), and Ian's are IBM (Ian Bruce McLastname).
I would have expected their names to be somewhat more exotic or whatnot, but at least you're not sandwiched between Tammy and Biff.

Me, I'm PMM (well, socially, I suppose I'd be PMMM). Which means I never dated any Smiths or Smythes.

Really? You'd never know it. *ducks*

My sister's planned middle name was changed when she was born big and pink and roly poly and it suddenly occured how unkind it would be to saddle her with the initials HAM. She got HEM instead.
Heh. Do you call her HAM, sometimes?


flea - Sep 09, 2005 8:14:03 am PDT #1882 of 10001
information libertarian

I'm PEA. Evie is ECT, also E. Claire, as DX pointed out after we named her. (I think Evelyn is a wonderful name, Jessica, obviously.) (Also, Evie's last name is different from mine, for those of you who are thinking "Evelyn flea'slastname" sounds horrible, which it does.)

My current favorites for The Next Kid are Flora or Louisa, or Paul. (mr. flea doesn't know this yet though.)


Betsy HP - Sep 09, 2005 8:14:06 am PDT #1883 of 10001
If I only had a brain...

My kids are WAP and EEP, and they can just deal.


Zenkitty - Sep 09, 2005 8:14:55 am PDT #1884 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

In the ancestors-with-funny-names contest, I win.

My grandmother's name was Wavie T. No middle name, the T didn't stand for anything. Nobody called her Wavie. She was Wavie T. Her father just liked the sound of it.

My grandfather's name was Epaphroditas, named after his grandfather. The doctor who did the delivery couldn't spell it, and so all that's on his birth certificate is E.P. Which is what he was called, except for the people who inexplicably called him Pete.

I love names!