Fred: So you don't worry that it's possible for someone to send out a biological or electronic trigger that effectively overrides your own sense of ideals and values and replaces them with an alternative coercive agenda that reduces you to a mindless meat puppet? Shopkeeper: Wow. People used to think that I was paranoid.

'Time Bomb'


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.


Daisy Jane - Nov 23, 2005 10:57:17 am PST #6411 of 10003
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

[link] or [link] to go with something made out of [link] ish fabric?


erikaj - Nov 23, 2005 10:57:22 am PST #6412 of 10003
Always Anti-fascist!

What every one else said, J. But I also totally understand...holiday cast changes suck. (I still cope with that, sometimes.)


beth b - Nov 23, 2005 11:00:19 am PST #6413 of 10003
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

I just sent laura's poem to my entire family


sj - Nov 23, 2005 11:00:39 am PST #6414 of 10003
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I like the first one best, Daisy.


Daisy Jane - Nov 23, 2005 11:04:48 am PST #6415 of 10003
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

I like the first one better for many reasons, which is why I'm afraid I'll actually get it and when it arrives at my doorstep, too late to get anything else, it will totally clash with the dress.

I'm going to stare at both the dress and the picture of the shrug all night to see if I can make up my mind.


P.M. Marc - Nov 23, 2005 11:10:17 am PST #6416 of 10003
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Damn. I forgot to make CERTAIN that SOMEONE is making cranberry sauce for tomorrow.

Damn.

Cranberry sauce is an absolute must. I twitch when I see turkey without it.

Usually I make it, using cranberries, port, nutmeg, cloves, a hint of cinnamon, vanilla, sugar, and loving obsession.

This year, we're doing sweet potatoes.

Shit. Someone better be doing the cranberries.

Aimee, you are wrong like a wrong thing, you weird cranberry hater. You and Paul both. And he doesn't even like the dried ones.


Emily - Nov 23, 2005 11:15:52 am PST #6417 of 10003
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola

I like the first one better for many reasons, which is why I'm afraid I'll actually get it and when it arrives at my doorstep, too late to get anything else, it will totally clash with the dress.

Dye it!

Now the test of thanksgiving is how many things can you put gravy on ...

Pretty much everything except sweet potatoes and cranberry stuff.


Atropa - Nov 23, 2005 11:17:18 am PST #6418 of 10003
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Cranberry sauce is an absolute must. I twitch when I see turkey without it.

If you end up at our place after the family festivities, I know that there will be at least two kinds of cranberry sauce.


Daisy Jane - Nov 23, 2005 11:17:29 am PST #6419 of 10003
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Er, did you see it? I don't think it's really dyeable.


Emily - Nov 23, 2005 11:18:32 am PST #6420 of 10003
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola

Oh. I did, but I hadn't looked long enough to notice the beads. Hmm.