Awww, -t, nothing's cute like geeks in lurve.
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.
-t, that's unbearably cute...and I'm *so* happy you two have a home again.
sj, feh on having to work. Feh! If anyone's mean to you, give them Bitch business card and point meaningfully to the sword.
I'm about to fly home to LA. I can't wait! I had a nice visit with my family, but there's someone in need of some serious cheer waiting for me at the airport.
Timelies.
I got to see the Pharoah Tutankhamun exhibit. Disappointingly enough, there wasn't even one of his sarcophagus in public view during my visit. But there was the sacophagus of someone who may or may not have been his father's wife. Of course, they weren't certain if the guy was his father at all. It was extremely amusing, considering this was a meseum with big shiny poster saying things like:
This appears to be a chest, that has a picture of a pharoah that may have been Tut, which might have belonged to his mother, in the city they may have lived in, that has a groove inside that may have been to hold a statue, that could have been Osiris.
They have a pretty picture of (what may have been) his family tree. There were very few lines connecting people with with anyone else. It was like, oh I don't know, A Canada's Top Ten Most Wanted poster, with notes saying "this serial killing couple may be married" and "They are clearly related so, brothers? father and son? Cousins?"
The trinkets were lovely, and there seemed to be canopic jars every other room or so. I got into a snit fight with someone who couldn't read heiroglyphics, but then again, I can barely read them above a fifth grade level so he might have been right after all. Orf perhaps we were both wrong.
Was highly offended bythe Museum calling Osiris the High Lord of the Underworld. It was probably because of my deep and unhealthy love of Anubis. It's not that I get turned on by half-humans or anything, it's just there was thisone time, with a statue, and he looked really pretty and he does have the nicest fur, and I am heading towards dangerous territory so I am stopping.
The large statues were very touching and it provided the masses with lots of information about Egypt. If any of you head down towards us South Florida-istas, I really recommend you go to the exhibit AND cough up the seven dollars for the audio tour which is somewhere between 45 and 90 minutes long. The introduction is long and pretty. The enitre thing was beautiful.
Oh, and if you do go, BYOW, as that water cost $3 for a single bottle. Even Disney isn't that cruel.
Movie theatres in my area charge $4.00 for a bottle of water.
Was highly offended bythe Museum calling Osiris the High Lord of the Underworld.
? But...but he was, wasn't he? No disrespect to Anubis, who's one of my favourite Egyptian deities, but he was in charge of mummification and of leading the soul to its place of judgment, wasn't he? Whereas Osiris got to sit around looking important (and bitter about the whole no-penis thing) while Anubis had lots of actual work to do.
t /tactfully ignoring the whole disturbing jackal-fancying business
bless -t. And Mr -t. Bless.
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Incidentally, Mr Good Samaritan Guy Hec, THANK YOU for the whole jazzyfay collection. Have now downloaded all of them. They're
lovely.
Hec and JZ, I wished that y'all and Emmett could have visited with us yesterday, and enlivened that "party". Emmett would be good for A. (I don't think he gets enough time doing kid stuff...)
we went to the cafe and now Matt is off to Woodcraft, some friends gave him a very generous gift certificate which has sent into a tizzy of excited debate over various tools. I declined to accompany him . I am guessing there is tv and nap in my future. a friend will be over to die my hair and then I will have to go to work this evening.
I had forgoten that the big reason for cleaning house before christmas is because it is a wreck today...
Running out the door to the airport... Will no doubt be very dark grey for a week. Behave yourselves. Or not.
I wished that y'all and Emmett could have visited with us yesterday, and enlivened that "party"
I sent you a pin to wear, did you get it?
Oh! Yeah...the nipple one. Should've done that, huh?
But...but he was, wasn't he? No disrespect to Anubis, who's one of my favourite Egyptian deities, but he was in charge of mummification and of leading the soul to its place of judgment, wasn't he? Whereas Osiris got to sit around looking important (and bitter about the whole no-penis thing) while Anubis had lots of actual work to do.
See, that sort of thing drives me mad. Because, before Osiris died, Anubis was all the main honcho. Then Osiris lost his penis and Anubis was all, -blink- You're dead and have no penis. How'd that happen?
And Osiris was like, Shut up. I have to redecorate. To which Anubis was respectful and said, Uh, you do remember this is my domain, right? To which Osiris laugh and laugh and laugh and demoted Anubis.
And now Anubis runs around in the skimpy outfit, doing all the work involved with ruling the underworld, while Osiris gets the sparkly crown and the jewels, and the pimp canes. Osiris reaps all kinds of benefits, but what does Anubis get? A footnote. I know I should pity the penis-less god, but I have too much love for Anubis.