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[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.
Morning, all. Wow; I went to bed at 8 last night, slept till 10 this morning (thank YOU, Ambien!) and I feel all chipper and motivated.
Which is good, since my house is a fucking DISASTER, and I need to clean clean CLEAN.
Hey, when my Fed refund gets here I think I might buy a new bedspread. My old one is...old. I'm thinking about the shawl patch quilt but am torn between turquoise or fuschia (on the bottom side of the screen.)
And the queen size is only $60! I really think they're pretty.
Gorgeous.
Those are pretty! Does it say anywhere how big they actually are? (IME, queen-sized quilts tend to be ridiculously small for queen-sized beds -- I always buy king-sized bedding for everything but fitted sheets. But that may be due to the fact that both DH and I are blanket hogs.)
Paul put up about five zillion more pictures: [link]
Go back far enough, and you can see me and Cass!
I have a double bed, so a queen should work fine. Hmm. No, I don't see measurements.
Yay drunken typing! Where is Hec! I'm yelling!
Hey Daisy!
I made JZ watch The 39 Steps this morning, which she'd never seen before. Of course, she quickly fell in love with its ceaseless Englishness (and Scottishness. Ahh, the heartbreaking wife of the hard, cruel farmer.)
Plus, Robert Donat. Who as we all know, is V's favorite Count of Monte Cristo.
Look at the Squeak! Parents always look weary in baby pictures.
Oh, Hec, yum. Donat's purring voice, the political rally he fakes out, making food for Mysterious Spy Lady, sexy handcuff banter--I bet JZ LOVED that movie!
I bet JZ LOVED that movie!
You would be right. She cooed about Hitchcock's British movies and their leading men because she already loved Michael Redgrave. We commented on: (a) the odd sexiness of the stocking removal scene (with sandwiches) while they were handcuffed; (2) why trains make such good settings for thrillers and how sad we are that trains are going away (just as a setting for thrillers); (3) quaintly wrapped up parcels; (4) how later Hitchcock films jettison a lot of the little character actors bits that he obviously enjoys so much in these films; (5) Robert Donat's character's privileged sense of entitlement which allows him to be a git and keep trusting every person he meets and expects them to believe him because he's obviously a gentleman; (6) the farmer's wife and how her character (and indeed her whole life) is told in just a few scenes and why that's a good object lesson in making supporting characters alive and real and not just plot devices; (7) how many elements from this movie are borrowed or stolen by other movies (like The Fugitive and Harrison Ford joining a parade to make his getaway. Though I've seen that trope in other movies and it may not have originated here.)
Plei, your child is too cute to be real. Fess up -- she's a Lilybot, isn't she?