I met Polgara's mother when she was in town just last month -- she was (I typed she is, dammit) a lovely woman, and I'm still in shock. Poor, poor Paula and her sister.
Mal: Can I come in? Inara: No. Mal: See? That's why I usually don't ask.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
§ ita § - Sep 20, 2005 8:19:21 am PDT #4095 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Lee - Sep 20, 2005 8:21:33 am PDT #4096 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I'm with you on the shock, ita.
I never got a chance to meet her, but it was clear from things Polgara said that she was a special person.
erikaj - Sep 20, 2005 8:22:03 am PDT #4097 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
I'm sorry to hear that, though I've only posted with Polgara, and never got to know her mom, but I'm telling you, that thought gave me quite the shiver. We only have right now with the people we care about, really. (Suddenly feeling icky about killing myself for humorous and political purposes in lj.)
beth b - Sep 20, 2005 8:22:38 am PDT #4098 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
job ma~~ Anne
Aims - Sep 20, 2005 8:23:15 am PDT #4099 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Oh, God Polgara. Much much much love and condolences to you and your sister. {{{{}}}}
If anyone is gathering money for a ginormous bouquet, let me know. I can't contribute much, but would like to contribute something.
Cashmere - Sep 20, 2005 8:23:29 am PDT #4100 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
job-ma for Anne.
juliana - Sep 20, 2005 8:24:02 am PDT #4101 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
{{{{Polgara and pawswithclaws}}}} I'm so very sorry.
DavidS - Sep 20, 2005 8:30:14 am PDT #4102 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Grrrrr. Emmett got in a tussle on the playground this morning and three bigger boys were ganging up on him.
I had dropped him off and already crossed all the way out of the school yard on the other side of the chain link fence, about to get in my car when I looked back and saw them grabbing and shoving at him and knocking his hat off (on purpose). While Emmett kicked at them.
Looked like there was a dispute about ball possession for wall ball.
Anyway, I yelled loudly enough for them to stop, then stomped all the way back onto the schoolyard, barely controlled the fist of death, yelled at the offending kids (mostly "knock it off" with a touch of menace which got their attention). Then checked in with Emmett - who was still in line to play wall ball. He mostly looked shocked and bewildered and WTF?
I hung around until the bell rang (not hovering - just back a bit to make sure nothing else happened) and then checked with him before he went into his class to see if he was okay.
You know this whole Not Pummeling Kids thing seems unduly restrictive at times.
Gudanov - Sep 20, 2005 8:32:03 am PDT #4103 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping
(((Pologara and family)))
Yet more job-ma for Trudy.
Frankenbuddha - Sep 20, 2005 8:34:09 am PDT #4104 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Ack! Vibes and -ma for everyone that needs them, especially people who've lost someone suddenly.
Too many people, dammit.
joins in kicking the 'verse
hurts foot