Clearly Wolverine is needed here. Or at least Spiderman.
Spike: Or maybe Captain Forehead was feeling a little less special. Didn't like me crashing his exclusive club, another vampire with a soul in the world. Angel: You're not in the world, Casper.
'Just Rewards (2)'
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.
§ ita § - Feb 23, 2006 11:35:01 am PST #786 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Tom Scola - Feb 23, 2006 11:38:45 am PST #787 of 10001
Mr. Scola’s wardrobe by Botany 500
I mean, will she become an exclusively Marvel reader or something?
A complete Marvel zombie. At age 11, she'll be running around the house, shouting, "Excelsior!"
Jessica - Feb 23, 2006 11:39:59 am PST #788 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
How much therapy will my child need if I put her in a Superman diaper, a Wonder Woman shirt, and a Batman hoodie, just so I can take pictures and make up silly headings?
Only one way to find out!
juliana - Feb 23, 2006 11:44:48 am PST #789 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
How much therapy will my child need if I put her in a Superman diaper, a Wonder Woman shirt, and a Batman hoodie, just so I can take pictures and make up silly headings?
Only one way to find out!
eagerly anticipates picturage
libkitty - Feb 23, 2006 11:49:57 am PST #790 of 10001
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs
Not much Thai in the great white north?
We actually have a lovely Thai restaurant here, but it's horribly inconvenient, doesn't take reservations, and the food is not terribly spicy. My landlords were in Thailand in the Peace Corps, and refuse to go near the place. I, however, am white as the driven snow and love it, just not especially for opening my sinuses.
IOmememeN, I have an appointment to get my hair cut today at 4. At 12:45 I got a message that was apparently left at about 11:30 (I've been away from my desk) saying that she has cancellations and would I come in at 12, 12:30 or 4 on Monday. Since today was wide open when I made the appointment a couple of days ago, I wonder if there are really cancellations, or if the spots just weren't filled. Still, I don't want to cause her grief, but 12 and 12:30 clearly won't work. I could probably do Monday, but I made arrangements at work for today and plus, I just don't wanna wait anymore. I have a sneaking suspicion that it's not a good idea to make the stylist mad, but, but whaaaaa.
EpicTangent - Feb 23, 2006 12:02:28 pm PST #791 of 10001
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
Maybe dinner plans...
Sitting Right Here...
Unfortunately, I think Hillcrest (with the parking, and the waiting, and the hanging out talking past my bed time) is ill-advised for a
school
work night. Maybe tomorrow, or next weekend? Or, alternatively, if someone felt like driving up to Mira Mesa, there are a few Indian restaurants in the same strip-mall where the Indian Markets I emailed you are. IJS.
I just culled my shoe wardrobe to 15 pairs total.
That's just...
Whoa.
I'm sure I have fewer than 115 pairs t /sentamentalist-packrat
Today, after lunch, a big ass burp escaped without me even thinking about it. Three coworkers on the other side of my cube heard it and said, "Who did that?" Of course, they did not suspect that it was me, so I just sat here quietly giggling. They then had a conversation about burps that made me laugh even more.
Am so 12.
And, apparently, deceptively innocent-appearing. Cool.
Thankee, Epic. Bookmarked. For when, you know, I might have money.
No problem. Take my Firefly-pimping duties pretty seriously.
Still awaiting cookbookage.
Me too.
Me three. I'm hoping to have it in time for inspiration to strike and tell me what I feel like taking to a Pot-Luck/Meeting on Saturday.
How much therapy will my child need if I put her in a Superman diaper, a Wonder Woman shirt, and a Batman hoodie, just so I can take pictures and make up silly headings?
Not enough that it should deter you! Seriously! ::waits expectantly::
Atropa - Feb 23, 2006 12:04:03 pm PST #792 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
How much therapy will my child need if I put her in a Superman diaper, a Wonder Woman shirt, and a Batman hoodie, just so I can take pictures and make up silly headings?
Please tell me you are doing this. Please.
Lee - Feb 23, 2006 12:07:28 pm PST #793 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Jilli, I think we have a new plan for next weekend.
Trudy Booth - Feb 23, 2006 12:13:17 pm PST #794 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Trudy, I was just at the grocery store, and I saw Hello Kitty POP-TARTS!
You're KIDDING!?!?!?!? What flavor? Strawberry I bet!
We actually have a lovely Thai restaurant here, but it's horribly inconvenient, doesn't take reservations, and the food is not terribly spicy.
Well, give the Tom Yum (with shrimp if they're giving you an option -- the good place by my office just makes it that way and I think its what is traditional) a try some time if your head is 'splodey. Its not even the heat that does it (the place by home wasn't even that hot) its something in the mystical combination of spices. MAGICAL
Cass - Feb 23, 2006 12:19:38 pm PST #795 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.
Maybe tomorrow, or next weekend?This could work well. Let's do that phone chat thing later, m'kay?
I am trying desperately to not have to actually talk to people in this whole arranging a moving company thing. Turns out they really want to talk to me though. Ggggrrrr.
And the lawn care guys desicraters are making me sneeze more. I sense running and hiding in the shower in my future. Then I can cull the closets, with hopefully at least some of the vim and vinegar with which I culled my footwear.