My mom hated cake mixes and even she used one for angel food.
We have a slightly Fallen Angel food cake.
I may call it the Max Fenig Memorial Cake, at least in my head.
I could squeeze you until you popped like warm champagne, and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more.
Fuffy ,'Storyteller'
Natter 40: The Nice One
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
P.M. Marc - Nov 05, 2005 9:13:05 pm PST #1541 of 10006
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Kalshane - Nov 05, 2005 9:17:08 pm PST #1542 of 10006
GS: If you had to choose between kicking evil in the head or the behind, which would you choose, and why?
Minsc: I'm not sure I understand the question. I have two feet, do I not? You do not take a small plate when the feast of evil welcomes seconds.
Ack, Sara. Hope the kitty problem has been resolved at this point.
Huh. I wish I'd known about this sooner. Might have been amusing. Tonight was National Drunken Writing Night. [link] Which Trudy seems to be on top of.
Consuela - Nov 05, 2005 9:26:58 pm PST #1543 of 10006
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
Max Fenig! heee!
I saw a couple of XF vids tonight, including one that made me miss My Show. That was unexpected.
And now I think I'll go to bed. Night, Buffistas!
P.M. Marc - Nov 05, 2005 10:03:54 pm PST #1544 of 10006
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Yay! Thank goodness for Suela, or I'd have felt large with the dork.
Stephanie - Nov 06, 2005 2:07:51 am PST #1545 of 10006
Trust my rage
How much do I love Sark and Vaughn's wife? It's so sick and twisted and Yay.
This was the best part of S3. That show needs to get Sark back ASAP, IMO. All scenes with Sark and Vaughn were also great.
DXMachina - Nov 06, 2005 2:32:03 am PST #1546 of 10006
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
I watched one tonight that I'd call that - about sexual predators online targeting kids. That one?
Some version of that story gets trotted out every sweeps month. Apparently online sexual predators are especially active in November, February, and May.
Sue - Nov 06, 2005 2:45:00 am PST #1547 of 10006
hip deep in pie
I may call it the Max Fenig Memorial Cake, at least in my head.
I work on a Shakespeare festival one summer with the guy who played Max. I thought he was such a tremendous actor, but was always too shy to say anything to him about it, even though he was very nice.
brenda m - Nov 06, 2005 4:17:16 am PST #1548 of 10006
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Gronk.
So here's a freaky story to wake up to. In one of the suburbs here yesterday, three pit bulls escaped from their home and roamed the neighborhood for about an hour, eventually mauling six people, two of them still in critical condition, before the police were able to track and shoot them. And now I'm sure a lot of you are thinking what I thought, especially since dog fighting is a big problem here. But that's maybe the freakiest part, and why pits always make me a bit uneasy, even as someone who loves big dogs. These weren't fighting dogs - they were pets. When the owner was trying to get them back in, they bit his thumb off before heading off to terrorize the neighborhood. Neighbors are saying they were perfectly nice dogs - everyone is at a loss to explain what the fuck happened. Just a horrifying story.
Cashmere - Nov 06, 2005 4:24:48 am PST #1549 of 10006
Now tagless for your comfort.
brenda, everything I've read about dogs says that when they form a pack (even if they're perfectly friendly house pets) that instinct really takes over. I love dogs and I don't descriminate between breeds but I've seen dogs band together and do some pretty bad things.
DebetEsse - Nov 06, 2005 4:27:11 am PST #1550 of 10006
Woe to the fucking wicked.
So, I wake up this morning, and turn on the radio.
There was a tornado in my home town last night. 8 people died. My family has power, and either never lost power or have been home since it came back on. I cannot, however, get in touch with them.
Not super-worrysome, given that it is Sunday and they are likely at Church, but still.