I'm just, uh, just feeling kinda... truthsome right now. And, uh... life's just too damn short for ifs and maybes.

Mal ,'Heart Of Gold'


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 19, 2006 6:44:12 am PST #5235 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

I got stuck looking at Steph's stockings, and wondering if she was planning on wearing them with Nicole's shoes

Yes, though not today, b/c I'm at work. (I'm wearing them with a long tweed-ish skirt and fake-croc pumps.)


amych - Jan 19, 2006 6:45:30 am PST #5236 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

these stockings

gleep!


DavidS - Jan 19, 2006 6:45:39 am PST #5237 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

You don't want to go home, MG. I think you should go to a spa.

What appeals to you (iffen you were the afore mentioned footloose and fancyfree) about the city?

I was born in Corvallis, have family in Oregon and have gone back to Portland periodically through my life. Most recently I went when ex-GF moved up there. She lived within walking distance of Powell's and I just loved the whole neighborhood which has sprung up around it. Cool little record stores and indie comic shops. Also a HUGE porn store that was fun to explore.

Anyway, there was a whole developed neighborhood near there that was filled with cool boutiques and microbreweries and a rep cinema and excellent restaurants and Moonstruck chocolate. All the fun ameniities.

Famously, there are two brothers in Portland who develop interesting buildings into bars and cafes. If you've ever wandered through an underdeveloped, slightly abandoned downtown area with fascinating architecture and thought, "Oh, if I had money I'd make the coolest cafe/bowling alley/bar in that old abandoned speakeasy/ballroom/abandoned theater" - well that's what they've done.

It had really changed dramatically (and for the better) compared to what it had been the last time I'd been in Portland in the late 80s. Back then downtown was completely dead.

The economy is still not great there. During the last recession they had the highest unemployment rate in the country. It was very tough on ex-GF when she moved up, expecting to be able to temp and make a living - not so much. Though I think it's better now.

Culturally, it's sort of like a white middle class Berkeley in many ways. Extremely eco-conscious. But very white compared to SF.

I guess the thing that appealed to my imagination is that it was that while it was on the upswing and there were cool things there, it still had a lot of gaps in it. Does that make sense? It still had a lot of room to grow and the rents were cheap for fantastic old apartments and it sucked up a huge number of musicians from SF during the dotcom boom when they were forced out. It's a nascent bohemia zone.


vw bug - Jan 19, 2006 6:53:12 am PST #5238 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Ugh. So much reading to do for work today, and no focus. Must focus!


SuziQ - Jan 19, 2006 6:59:45 am PST #5239 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

You don't want to go home, MG. I think you should go to a spa.

I like the way you think, but I already blew my gift cert. Ok, not blew, it was WELL USED.

ION - My assistant called in today. They have scheduled her surgery for January 31st, followed by chemo. She is officially out until July 1st (for now). le sigh. Well, I'm glad they have a plan in place for her and that the prognosis sounds positive.

Now to figure out how to cover her work without my losing whatever bit of sanity I have left. I hate pushing my management about it cause it then ties to my job issues. I just want to be able to come in, do my work, and not deal with the rest of this crap.


Cass - Jan 19, 2006 7:12:00 am PST #5240 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.

I guess the thing that appealed to my imagination is that it was that while it was on the upswing and there were cool things there, it still had a lot of gaps in it. Does that make sense?
Makes perfect sense. And it's nice to read other people's take on the area and have it match with what I am not exactly expecting because part of the whole up and move somewhere totally fresh is that you don't know what to expect but what I am hoping for and optomistic about.

Whoa. Now *that* was a sentence in need of structure. And grammer. And some punctuation. Welcome to my brain, please fluff the occipital lobe on your way out.


§ ita § - Jan 19, 2006 7:13:37 am PST #5241 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Those stockings look cool. But barely thigh high. They are cheaters.


SuziQ - Jan 19, 2006 7:15:48 am PST #5242 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

Equal tastes funny. My tea is now undrinkable.


ChiKat - Jan 19, 2006 7:19:46 am PST #5243 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

Cass, Portland sounds so very cool!

{{bt}} You are an amazing man.

I'm going to check back periodically between now and the performance dates (early March), b/c blocks of tickets are often released, for whatever reason.

Definitely keep checking. Things often open up.

And, it's totally worth it. We saw it Tuesday night and woot! Ana Gasteyer is playing Elphaba in Chicago (for another week, anyway), and who knew that she had such incredible singing chops? She seriously SINGS that part.


Steph L. - Jan 19, 2006 7:23:26 am PST #5244 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

these stockings

gleep!

I also bought these stockings, but haven't worn them yet: [link]

Those stockings look cool. But barely thigh high. They are cheaters.

Heh. On me, they're thigh-high. Practically goolie-high, if I wanted.

Also, my mom *always* calls knee-highs "cheaters," and for years I had no idea they were called anything else.