BODY SHOTS ARE ON MEARA TONIGHT!
PAR-TAY!
'Potential'
[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.
BODY SHOTS ARE ON MEARA TONIGHT!
PAR-TAY!
mera is lovey. those bookshelves , NSM.
wait -- can't you ILL books at the NYPL?
and as per usual, the blue angels came to show off for DH's birthday
wait -- can't you ILL books at the NYPL
Probably, actually. If the Columbia library hadn't come through for me, I would've looked into that next.
I need a Jeeves AND an Alfred.
Throw me in a Giles for good measure to sort out the library.
I'd rather a Willie Garvin. ita knows what I mean.
As for meara and the red dress - I've had the pleasure of slow dancing with meara while she wore the red dress. While she sang to me.
Admittedly, she saved her best dance for Cybervixen, but I did get a red dress dance with her.
Then again, I've also danced with meara while she wore a mini dress. Admittedly, she made faces because French go-go music was not so much her thing.
As for Ple's breasts, they may not have been perky for long, but they have been The Bosom of Doom for some time now.
There are pictures.
Ah, Plei's Boobies of Doom.
I just went to my happy place.
So very Buffista: gallery of bellydancing librarians.
Anyone awake?
Sunday naps always seem like such a good idea. Until I'm wide awake at 2:30am, that is.
Yeah, but -- Bruce *needs* a mommy, frankly.
Oh, I definitely got that sense from the movies. I just don't think I'd be able to put up with it for long. "Yes, Alfred, I'll finish my vegetables. Now stop hovering."
Mal just ate a whole serving of green beans without the "dying here!" theatrics. I mixed them with pears. Small victories.
I scanned photos from when we lived in Malaysia: [link]
Special mentions: For Jessica
Me on the rainforest canopy walk
Elephants!
Great pictures, Raq. Thank you for sharing.
I think I just fixed my telly issues. Instead of the Replay (TiFaux) or television being on death watch, it was my vcr. Which goes along nicely with the apparent suicide of my dvd because those two can potentially bundle nicely.
Which doesn't explain at all why I am doing this between 4:30 and 5 in the morning.
I woke up, went to the bathroom, looked for the missing cat and noticed that the standby power on the vcr was either dying or making a mad dash for sentientious.
I chose to delve into the corner of doom and reroute everthing away from it because it hasn't been an important piece of the entertainment juggernaut for years and, if it achieved self-awareness, was likely to be pissed. Home electronics with a vendetta, it never ends well.
If this fixes the flickers and audio fades, I will be pleased. If I can go back to sleep for the next two hours, I will be more pleased in the short term.