Mal: So we run. Nandi: I understand, Captain Reynolds. You have your people to think of, same as me. And this ain't your fight. Mal: Don't believe you do understand, Nandi. I said 'we run'. We.

'Heart Of Gold'


Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.  

[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.


billytea - Mar 22, 2006 9:27:40 pm PST #4952 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

None of them opted for Wee Willy Winky?

Funnily enough, no.

I just called the Wallybee from work. I woke her up, she was having a nap after both her assignments today turned out to be cancelled (after she turned up). She still gets paid for them, but she prefers actually doing something for it. From this we conclude two things:

1. I'm a naughty penguin; and
2. She sounds adorable when sleepy. I may have to start calling her at 1 in the morning just to listen to her again.


Cass - Mar 22, 2006 11:05:15 pm PST #4953 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'm breezing through the couple of weeks I missed here and read:

and I would have left early to see you!
So you'll leave work early for MG, but when I came to town you went to Michigan? Repeatedly. Sheesh, Aimee. No wonder I moved to Portland.

I've a massive headache and a low supply of meds. Trying to be sleepy intstead.


WindSparrow - Mar 23, 2006 3:27:05 am PST #4954 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.

Damn that billytea for making stuff seem dirty.
Yeah, it's like he's the only one around here that does that.


DCJensen - Mar 23, 2006 4:16:42 am PST #4955 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.

I had to change the radio station yesterday. There was an interview with a preacher on behalf of those who are trying to push the "Defense of Marraige Amendment" to the Minnesota state constitution.

He was a real brimstone inflected preacher-type who pronounced "God" with four letters...


Stephanie - Mar 23, 2006 4:19:17 am PST #4956 of 10001
Trust my rage

Happy Birthday, Raq!! Hope it's a nice, relaxing one.


brenda m - Mar 23, 2006 4:19:17 am PST #4957 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

Probably not the four I'm thinking of.


Nicole - Mar 23, 2006 4:51:34 am PST #4958 of 10001
I'm getting the pig!

Happy Birthday, Raq!!


Nora Deirdre - Mar 23, 2006 5:37:21 am PST #4959 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

Happy birthday Raq, happy late birthdays to Mal and to Pete.

Glad Cass is safely in Portland.

I am home from the UK, and have amazingly been able to skim rather than skip the messages in Bitches. Currently I am trying also to catch up on work.

Hec, job~ma.

I drank a lot of different real (cask-conditioned) ales while in St. Andrews, Edinburgh, and London. I tried not to repeat but I did end up doing so the last day. I have a list of ales drunk and pubs where the drinking occured, and some pub pictures yet to be developed.

There was also some family stuff, some fun (pub time with Tom's dad in London, hanging out with his friends our last night) some not so fun (a good 65% of the time spent with Tom's mom), and some OK (the other 35% of the time spent with Tom's mom, and the informational visit with the doctor.)

We spent a lot of time on planes (Boston-London, London-Edinburgh) and trains (Edinburgh-St. Andrews, assorted Tube travel). Logistically everything worked out very well, I highly recommend Virigin Atlantic for international travel. Tired and zonked. Should do some work.

{{Bitches}}


Nora Deirdre - Mar 23, 2006 5:45:05 am PST #4960 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

also, I did not eat any of the foods on the Accidental Hedonist list posted by Jessica the other day. Tom's mother cooked for us from Thursday night through Monday morning and it was all very, you know, old school. Roast lamb, boiled veg, boiled potato. Roast chicken, boiled veg, boiled potato. leftover lamb stew, boiled veg, boiled pototo. beef stew made with the toughest meat evah, boiled veg, boiled potato. You get the idea. When we got to London, I was so starved for spice that all we ate was curry, both Indian (OMG Teh Yum) and Thai.

Somehow the MIL even managed to make UK bacon taste like complete utter and total ASS. boggling. we stuck to musli after that.

Thank god for delicious, sweet, delicious, beer.


Frankenbuddha - Mar 23, 2006 5:55:48 am PST #4961 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

"Suburban Shootout." It's British. A lovely English village, except that the ladies of the village are two rival mobs vying to recruit the new woman who's just moved in with her cop husband. She was invited to take a small ride with a lady and her creepy butch driver and has been tricked into pushing the button that blows up the wicker store whose proprietors have missed their protection payment.

It's like YOJIMBO with tweed.