Angel: He is dead. Technically, he's undead. It's a zombie. Connor: What's a zombie? Angel: It's an undead thing. Connor: Like you? Angel: No, zombies are slow-moving, dimwitted things that crave human flesh. Connor: Like you. Angel: No! It's different. Trust me.

'Destiny'


Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.  

[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.


Volans - Nov 10, 2005 9:01:25 am PST #3963 of 10003
move out and draw fire

It should not take 20 minutes to check out at the grocery store...even if one has $150 in groceries. I had THE most inept cashier ever. I'm so upset, I'll probably never go back to that grocery store again...especially the way they embarrassed me for using my food stamps card.

This. This is why I use the self-check lanes at stores that have them.

Of course, I haven't had a checkout time under 20 minutes in a year.

We're adding Mallory to the LAN: [link]


Amy - Nov 10, 2005 9:02:06 am PST #3964 of 10003
Because books.

Susan! Don't be absurd -- this is her first time in that kind of setting, ever, and she has no reference for it. There's not a child on earth who walked into a strange situation and immediately figured out what was expected.


erikaj - Nov 10, 2005 9:02:58 am PST #3965 of 10003
Always Anti-fascist!

I think it takes time, Susan. Not that I know. I have to tell my cat "Stop biting me you little shit!" still so maybe I'm not a development expert.


Sparky1 - Nov 10, 2005 9:09:32 am PST #3966 of 10003
Librarian Warlord

especially the way they embarrassed me for using my food stamps card.

There's just no excuse for this.

beth, job~ma for Matt.

GC, GRE~ma, a little late.

Betsy, I hope your son gets to continue to play.

Sorry for everyone's craptastic moods. Tradition has it that the Dean sends around an email right about now to tell us that we can all go home at 3 o'clock (because it's a holiday weekend). I'm waiting, Dean E.!


vw bug - Nov 10, 2005 9:11:12 am PST #3967 of 10003
Mostly lurking...

There's just no excuse for this.

No. There really isn't. I should have complained, but I just wanted to get the hell out of there.


Susan W. - Nov 10, 2005 9:14:58 am PST #3968 of 10003
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

Susan! Don't be absurd -- this is her first time in that kind of setting, ever, and she has no reference for it. There's not a child on earth who walked into a strange situation and immediately figured out what was expected.

OK. I'll stop beating myself up over letting her watch PBS and play by herself so much (with me in the room, of course), and try not to fret over the fact she seems more interested in things (the toys in the room) than people (her classmates and teachers).


Sparky1 - Nov 10, 2005 9:15:57 am PST #3969 of 10003
Librarian Warlord

Send me the info on the store and the cashier and what happened and I'll write a letter to the mangement telling them I was in line behind you and I was appalled.


Susan W. - Nov 10, 2005 9:17:47 am PST #3970 of 10003
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

That's just evil, vw.


vw bug - Nov 10, 2005 9:18:13 am PST #3971 of 10003
Mostly lurking...

Send me the info on the store and the cashier and what happened and I'll write a letter to the mangement telling them I was in line behind you and I was appalled.

Awww! You're so sweet! Maybe I'll just write a letter. That's a good idea.

ION, the cat just attacked the dog. Dog is bleeding. Dog freaked out and peed on the floor.

Is this day over yet?


Fred Pete - Nov 10, 2005 9:18:37 am PST #3972 of 10003
Ann, that's a ferret.

Please tell me she'll learn and not be an antisocial out-of-control brat forever.

Susan, Annabel is 18-19 months or so, correct? Based on my limited experience with children that age, that isn't unusual.

After my nephew Anthony started walking, he was a terror. Would tear books out of my hands. Pull books out of my bookbag and tear the pages.

Once at Hubs' mother's place, I saw his parents driving up and ran to hide my bookbag from him before he walked in. Stubbed my toe on a coffee table. Required a trip to the emergency room (on Hubs' birthday, no less), where I found out I had a broken toe. Anthony was about 22 months at the time.