Spike: At least give me Wesley's office since he's gone. Angel: He's not gone. He's on a leave of absence. Spike: Yeah, right. Boo-hoo. Thought he killed his bloody father. Try staking your mother when she's coming on to you! Harmony: Well…that explains a lot.

'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.


Eddie - Dec 14, 2005 1:21:46 pm PST #9877 of 10003
Your tag here.

Now I just need to figure out a way to "get over it" and get this paper done. It is only 5-7 pages. I have done wonderfully on everything else this semester. I used to be able to bang out papers as easy as I could breathe. This shouldn't be so hard.

sj, it sounds like you've built the paper up to be a bigger deal than it is. Do what I do to get the dishes done: I talk myself into doing "just one pan" and then I end up sprinting through the rest of them before I can change my mind. Momentum is a wonderful thing.


Connie Neil - Dec 14, 2005 1:26:04 pm PST #9878 of 10003
brillig

I've discovered something interesting about chemistry.

When we moved, I left a 15-year-old bottle of homemade mead in the car and didn't worry too much about it, because I knew alcohol didn't freeze unless it got really, really cold.

Hubby and I opened the car doors. We both sniff curiously.
He: "That's ... weird."
Me: "Oh dear."
He: "Did we miss a bottle?"
Me: "Looks like."
He: "You understand that we'll never get out of a police stop without a breathalyzer again, don't you?"
Me: "Oh, yeah. Probably best to volunteer."

Fortunately, the weather was so cold that most of the broken bottle's contents were still ice, but part of the back seat is soaked with what smells like really good mead. I'm afraid my car is going to smell like a winery/distillery until the end of time now. I'm hoping that once the weather warms up and I can leave the windows open, that the car will outgas enough so as not to be too noticeable.


sj - Dec 14, 2005 1:28:08 pm PST #9879 of 10003
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

sj, it sounds like you've built the paper up to be a bigger deal than it is.

I have. It's been 10 years of finishing some classes, and dropping out mid semester in a severe depressive state, so I have school built up to this crazy impossible thing in my mind. For some reason, I have been able to work through attending classes and taking exams fairly well, but papers just freak me out, which is weird because it used to be what I was best at.

I talk myself into doing "just one pan" and then I end up sprinting through the rest of them before I can change my mind. Momentum is a wonderful thing.

This is good. I'm going to try to start a bit tonight, without insisting that I have to get everything done.


sj - Dec 14, 2005 1:46:35 pm PST #9880 of 10003
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I didn't mean to kill the thread with all the meme.


Nora Deirdre - Dec 14, 2005 1:48:23 pm PST #9881 of 10003
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

Pet peeve:

Clients who insist on giving bulky giveaways. No one wants to carry crap around. But they do love to bitch to us about it. Bah.


DavidS - Dec 14, 2005 1:48:48 pm PST #9882 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

This is good. I'm going to try to start a bit tonight, without insisting that I have to get everything done.

You know how I get started on daunting writing projects? I circle around them a lot. I write notes. I re-read improtant sections and highlight quotes. I fiddle with my citations. I do rough outlines. Then I might try a few topic sentences for my key paragraphs. So that by the time I had to Write The Paper t /pooh case it was already half done. A lot of it become stitching things together.


Lee - Dec 14, 2005 1:49:14 pm PST #9883 of 10003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Feh on all the asshat bosses. Plus everything else everyone has already said.

(Our transit worker's union is threatening to strike. If they do....ugh. It will Not Be Pretty.)

My entire office is on high alert for Friday, in case there is a strike in NY and no one there can get into the office and all of the support work comes to us.


Nora Deirdre - Dec 14, 2005 1:51:57 pm PST #9884 of 10003
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

You know how I get started on daunting writing projects? I circle around them a lot. I write notes. I re-read improtant sections and highlight quotes. I fiddle with my citations. I do rough outlines. Then I might try a few topic sentences for my key paragraphs. So that by the time I had to Write The Paper it was already half done. A lot of it become stitching things together.

This is exactly how I was able to write my papers. I was always surprised when they came together.


Pix - Dec 14, 2005 1:52:00 pm PST #9885 of 10003
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

Feh on all the asshat bosses.
Well you all know how much I love MY boss...

t bitter laughter

ION, I don't know what disturbs me more: that I found myself idly googling "monkey duffle bag" on ebay, or that ebay found me one. In pink, at that.


Cass - Dec 14, 2005 1:52:39 pm PST #9886 of 10003
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Do what I do to get the dishes done: I talk myself into doing "just one pan" and then I end up sprinting through the rest of them before I can change my mind. Momentum is a wonderful thing.
This is actually very true for me as well. Even in the grips of the worst bits, if I can start on just one (for example) dish, I often get more done. Objects in motion and all...

Me: "Oh, yeah. Probably best to volunteer."
snerk