Coin-operated Church.
Thank you. I now have to scrub my brain forEVER.
Happy New Year, peoples! I'm not hungover (I didn't drink last night), but I *am* tired. The Cold That Will Not Die is still kicking my ass. Maybe a nap is in order.
You know, with the exception of one deadly and unpredictable midget, this girl is the smallest cargo I've ever had to transport. Yet by far the most troublesome. Does that seem right to you?
Early ,'Objects In Space'
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.
Steph L. - Jan 01, 2006 9:04:46 am PST #2649 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Strix - Jan 01, 2006 9:17:24 am PST #2650 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Happy New Years! I had a wonderful laid-back time last night at a party with all my friends. We went to a fancy wedding Friday, so everyone was all jeans and tee-shirts, and lots of champagne and a fire in the firepit and lots of people slept over and we stayed up to 5 talking and hanging out after we switched to pj's and were all crashed out on the floor with air matresses and being silly.
It was fun. Now I'm going to go to brunch with a girlfriend and then we're going to see a movie. The Family Stone, I think.
Oh, and the weather here today? Fucking GORGEOUS.
Topic!Cindy - Jan 01, 2006 9:40:54 am PST #2651 of 10001
What is even happening?
Happy New Year, everyone.
Weird on the electric candles. OTOH, a guy I know is in hospital with burns and a broken leg after his family's house burned to the ground on the 25th - from a menorah candle.Oh, no. The poor man. The poor family.
Eep! This church was founded in 1856 but burned down in the 1906 quake. I wonder if that was a factor? Though they did use regular candles during the service.
Coin-operated Church.
My father would also get a kick out of the electric coin-op candles.
I wonder how common church fires are. I bet they're fairly common. The Roman Catholic church in our town burnt down when I was a kid. Our own church was founded in 1644. The 1st, 2nd and 3rd meetinghouses were sold, dedicated to other use, or demolished--usually because the congregation had outgrown them. The fourth one was the first meetinghouse our congregation had built out of stone. It was built in 1892 and burnt down in 1909.
Cass - Jan 01, 2006 9:42:15 am PST #2652 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Happy New Year, all. I'm a little hungover this morning - we managed to drink quite a bit last night.Juliana is me. (And we're both in California!!!) Though the wee hangover only spent about an hour here before politely leaving. And it was a nice evening.
Was rudely woken up at 6:30 when Stef came home and burst out laughing at 3.0 and I. She was sleeping on the couch. I was still on the floor where we'd curled up by the fire.
But he redeemed himself by picking up the bottle of champagne and glasses into the kitchen and bringing me a pillow. I moved to the other couch, 3.0 and I assured him that there was still an unopened bottle of White Star, and we went right back to sleep.
Volans - Jan 01, 2006 10:02:38 am PST #2653 of 10001
move out and draw fire
a guy I know is in hospital with burns and a broken leg after his family's house burned to the ground on the 25th - from a menorah candle.
This is awful.
We ended up staying up until 1:00, even though I didn't think we would. It was nice. The landlord's family spent the evening having a running screaming fight that went from the garage to in the stairs in front of our door to the room that adjoins our bedroom, but the daughter finally stormed out around 9:00 and that was that. Doors slamming, whole house shaking, the whole business. No clue what it was about, but I suspect it had something to do with the way she was dressed. I haven't seen anyone dressed that raunchily since...well, ever, in real life.
WindSparrow - Jan 01, 2006 10:10:14 am PST #2654 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.
About the Steve Irwin in Arizona thing: I did not see it but was told by a co-worker back in Az, that he'd crawled into a hole to see if there were snakes, and found two rattlesnakes that had been mating until interrupted by him, and subsequently bit him. A quick Google reveals neither confirmation nor refutation of this story.
brenda m - Jan 01, 2006 10:15:04 am PST #2655 of 10001
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
a guy I know is in hospital with burns and a broken leg after his family's house burned to the ground on the 25th - from a menorah candle.
Yeah, really really sucky. He's going to need sugery on his hand because of the burns, and I'm sure the recovery will suck. But at least the injuries are healable, and the rest is just stuff. Though I think they lost some pets, which just makes me weep and hug my girl.
Fay - Jan 01, 2006 10:19:55 am PST #2656 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
I wouldn't be the slightest bit surprised - that sounds very Steve Irwin indeed. But you know, I'd bet the contents of my bank account that if he did do this, he immediately told the camera that it was TOTALLY his fault, and that the snake was just "grumpy 'cos he's with a really beautiful sheila", and that did he mention the part where it was TOTALLY his fault, and snakes are still fantastic, and we mustn't blame the snake for even a moment, because he did a stupid thing, and snakes really are absolutely fantastic, and just doing what they're supposed to do.
...Which does, of course, make Jo Viewer demand "well why the bloody hell didn't you leave the poor critter alone then, you crazy person?", but it's still quite sweet. I remember when the poor carpet shark bit him, after he tried to pull it bodily out of the coral in which it was hiding, and he bobbed up to the surface of the ocean bleeding and looking distinctly crestfallen, but babbling away about how it wasn't the shark's fault at all, and we absolutely mustn't blame the shark - just like a schoolboy trying to make sure that the pal he'd talked into doing something stupid didn't get in trouble when everything went pear shaped.
Bless.
edited for clarity.
Volans - Jan 01, 2006 10:32:34 am PST #2657 of 10001
move out and draw fire
Though I think they lost some pets
Noooo!!! That seals it; I can't tell my DH about this or he'll be miserable for days.
Fay, you provide me with all my favorite expressions. "Mad as a bag of frogs" was winning, but "when everything went pear shaped" is a strong contender.
WindSparrow - Jan 01, 2006 11:00:45 am PST #2658 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.
I used to love, love, love watching Steve Irwin. He is so enthusiastic, and so informative, it is great to watch him. What really turned me off to his style of showmanship, was watching his show about spitting cobras. Yeah, it was quite educational to see how he was prepared - wearing wrap-around sunglasses and having plenty of bottled water to rinse venom off his face. It was brave of him to hold that cobra up where it could spit right at him so we could see both how the cobra would defend itself and how good preparation would protect us, should we ever want to experience a spitting cobra safari. Then I thought, Irwin really should have let the cobra go after it spat upon him five or six times. His points - about the cobra's capabilities and behavior and about first aid - were well and truly made. But he did not let the thing go. It (or perhaps, they - he may have rustled up more than one) kept spitting at him. I quit counting at eleven shots of venom. There was so much venom running down his face that the wrap-around shades ceased to be helpful. Still he hung on to the cobra, still the cobra spat. He ran out of bottled water, and had to be driven to a nearby village to beg for their meagre water supply to wash his face with, or risk blindness.
Overkill, thy name is Steve Irwin.