'Objects In Space'
[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.
Where are the Ents when you really need them?
Happy birthday to big girl Emeline! I think Emmett started to grow hair finally after his first birthday.
Wish me luck, Bitches, I just sent in my book pitch. Eeep. I want this one so much. It'd be the first one I wrote entirely by myself.
Book~ma to you, Hec.
And thank you for the image of an Ent picking up a Duke Power truck and tossing it in the Eno River.
Ooh! Well-wishing amongst the royals! Well, at least in miniature. Now I want pictures of wand-waving, be-tiaraed Buffista princesses!
Thanks for the fit, Aimee. Trudes, I'll put my anger where it might do some good--towards preserving national forests or into city-arborism. My neighborhood is transitional, and the folks who are moving in aren't really comfortable with big old trees. The whole neighborhood will be denuded in a decade or so. But things do change, and other people have as much right to be comfortable in their homes as I do. It will be time for me to move on and find other trees to treasure. I tell myself, anyway.
Honestly, I haven't had the courage to go outside. I'm going to be not looking up for a while. And I don't even want to think about my second floor deck next spring. It'll be like being onstage, instead of being in a treehouse.
Oh, Beverly, that's awful. (((Beverly))) (Nobody understood when I was upset about the Eucalyptus decimation, either).
Stephanie, is Ellie feeling any better today?
Bev, I wish we could trade cities and power companies for the tree-ness. Seattle's desire to be Very Green caused a tree-planting madness, and I don't think the PTB thought about waterlines and the proximity of the actual houses, so I am frustrated by inappropriate but protected oaks in our parking strip.
It seems a shame that mine have to stay and yours have to go, when mine are an actual PITA and causer of problems, and yours less so.
Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISS PRINCESS EMELINE!
With much love from me and Princess Ticky-Box.
Do any knitters hang here, or are they strictly Natterers?
ooh, in other news, I was reading Rex Reed's review of Johnny Depp in "The Libertine" and it has the line "He’s 33 years old, and his nose falls off." People asked me why I was giggling.
The Libertine is Puppet Angel?
That's the trouble with your job, Hec. Got nothing to do with...never mind. Bunk, you're good, okay. You're so good, you got me to read about "Yummy, yummy," and I *hate* that song.(except for the part where now it makes me think of you with the fondness and the glayvin) But before that? Major loathage. So...try not to worry, babe. I think you got it.