All right, no one's killing folk today, on account of our very tight schedule.

Mal ,'Trash'


Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!  

[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.


WindSparrow - Dec 25, 2005 8:52:00 am PST #1605 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

Happy Season's Weirdness, everyone!

Deena, insent (not necessarily coherent, but I was in the middle of a coughing fit, so what can I say?)

I may have talked my sister into drinking a hot toddy. All of her boys are very musical - the youngest in 8th grade is in some kind of regional multi-school-district honors orchestra or ensemble, and the older three are all in garage bands. The eldest is earning extra cash not only leading the occational worship service at church, but also just about ready to be actually getting paid for gigs with his band.


Fay - Dec 25, 2005 8:52:33 am PST #1606 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

Ooh. I was wondering whether her new CD would be good - think you may have just convinced me to go out and buy it, Sean.

Hec, the Zmayhem Family Christmas sounds splendid. They should film it and show it every...well, yeah, you get the gist.

(trying to stifle vast envy wrt Puppet Angel. Flatmate and I laughed ourselves almost incontinent over that episode. The nose being the point at which I totally lost it, and was reduced to an insensible, weeping, aching, hyperventilating wreck on the sofa for at least five minutes straight.)


Ginger - Dec 25, 2005 8:56:37 am PST #1607 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah and best wishes for whatever year-end festival you celebrate.

I'm going to be sappy and post my favorite Christmas poem, by William Henry "Adirondack" Murray:

Ah, friends, dear friends, as years go on and heads get gray,
how fast the guests do go! Touch hands,
touch hands, with those that stay.
Strong hands to weak, old hands to young,
around the Christmas board, touch hands.
The false forget, the foe forgive, for every guest will go
and every fire burn low and cabin empty stand.

Forget, forgive, for who may say that Christmas day
May ever come to host or guest again. Touch hands!


Sean K - Dec 25, 2005 8:56:52 am PST #1608 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty

Fay, if you like dear Kate at all, you must go get it at once. It's quite something wonderful.


WindSparrow - Dec 25, 2005 9:06:58 am PST #1609 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

Ginger, that is lovely. Damn, I'm getting old.


Laura - Dec 25, 2005 9:21:15 am PST #1610 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

It's a bit of a most welcome lull. It would be nice to take a nap since I only got maybe 3 hours last night. But if I do that it would be disturbed by the arrival of BIL and family and I would think unkindly of them.

I made 3 lasagnas. Yum. One very meaty, one no meat spinach, one alfredo sause chicken and spinach.

And it is a good thing I didn't lay down because guess who just arrived.

later....


Karl - Dec 25, 2005 9:25:14 am PST #1611 of 10001
I adore all you motherfuckers so much -- PMM.

Thanks for the tacklehugs, folks. My family here are doing OK for the most part: it's been a very up-and-down year.

May all the news today be good, for all of us.


Laura - Dec 25, 2005 9:35:13 am PST #1612 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Karl! Adds a smooch to the tacklehug.

My Christmas wish came true. BIL's EVIL wife had to work and he arrived with his son but no wife. Yay! Sorry, but her being here never ends well. She would end up fighting with DH and I would be miserable. Yay!


WindSparrow - Dec 25, 2005 9:40:15 am PST #1613 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

Karl, your wish for us is apparently working so far. How would you feel about wishing for a five-pound box of hundred dollar bills for me? Also, hi, hello, good to see you again.

Yay, Laura, you deserve a lovely stress-free, Evil SiL-free day!


-t - Dec 25, 2005 9:44:13 am PST #1614 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Karl! Good to see you!

Lovely to hear about everyone's festivities.

I couldn't find anywhere to buy potatoes, not even canned, so there will be no latkes tonight. I'm such a grasshopper. I need to get in touch with my inner ant and unpack some more, haven't found teh wireless router yet.