They really are beautiful, JZ. I think I just developed an insta-crush on your grandfather.
Are these your mom's parents?
Mal: Gotta say, doctor, your talent for alienatin' folk is near miraculous. Simon: Yes, I'm very proud.
'Safe'
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.
Topic!Cindy - Sep 13, 2005 2:53:04 pm PDT #2765 of 10001
What is even happening?
Cass - Sep 13, 2005 2:53:16 pm PDT #2766 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.
are you a yes, or a let's see how my back feels?I am a yes that has the caveat of, if I can't drive, I can't come. But (and whooo hooo) it has been steadily improving since Saturday. Or at least it improved that morning and hasn't really backslid much.
I tried replying to (backchannel font) your lj post but my laptop at home is wonky what with the spilling hot sauce into the keyboard. I often have no "v" which I can work around but other times I have continual "v"s and that is less workable. Um, excessively long way of saying I meant to tell you this last night.
I'm losing interbunny, mail and ftp at work any minute now for some tech reason. If I poof, that is why. I'll at least read later.
Cass - Sep 13, 2005 2:54:03 pm PDT #2767 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.
I think I just developed an insta-crush on your grandfather.Oh good. Not just me then.
DavidS - Sep 13, 2005 2:55:36 pm PDT #2768 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I think I just developed an insta-crush on your grandfather.
He had a sailboat too.
amych - Sep 13, 2005 2:56:55 pm PDT #2769 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Stunning, JZ. And thank you for reposting, because when the link flew by me earlier, I was in the middle of busybusybusy and forgot to bookmark in spite of saying to myself that I wanted to go look at them when I had time to breathe.
(Also, you are making me want to hunt down old pics to post) (because, so cool)
Topic!Cindy - Sep 13, 2005 2:57:07 pm PDT #2770 of 10001
What is even happening?
David, don't pimp the dearly departed. It ain't right.
DavidS - Sep 13, 2005 2:58:56 pm PDT #2771 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
David, don't pimp the dearly departed. It ain't right.
Cabin on Lake Tahoe. ijs
Also, a very good, kind and decent man, by all JZ's stories.
Lee - Sep 13, 2005 2:59:49 pm PDT #2772 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Which email? The old pacbell one is now defunct. The profile address is the main one.
(eta: sean(dot)kozma(at)gmail(dot)com)
Ooh, I knew the pacbell part, but I had it as skozma, and not Sean. Insent shortly.
JZ - Sep 13, 2005 3:00:56 pm PDT #2773 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Yep, mom's parents.
Cappy was very crushworthy. He was a neighbor of Nana's and was paying his way through Cal Berkeley by working at a local gas station, where she would urge her mother to go for frequent fill-ups and then stare at him, too shy to say anything. So he started writing her letters, saying things like "So I was thinking that we might take in a picture show this Friday. If this sounds good to you, give me a call. Or give me a call if not. Just give me a call." She kept the letters in a little tin box that my mom just found in the study at their condo in Reno.
eta:
He had a sailboat too.
Named after Nana.
It's easy to see, looking at the pictures, who was the petted and pampered only child with boatloads of self-confidence and a certainty of the world's good intentions, and who was demon-haunted.
Nora Deirdre - Sep 13, 2005 3:02:06 pm PDT #2774 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
I'm quite peevedaboo right now. I was venting to Tom about work stuff and annoying co-worjer and our interactions and emails I wrote to my boss and he. Kept. Wincing. and grimacing. Finally, I was just like, "fine, if you think I was such a dumbass I'll just shut up."
Uggghhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!