I'll nurse you back to health. I'll wear the nurse outfit!

"BuffyBot" ,'Dirty Girls'


Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen  

[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.


Jars - May 01, 2006 11:58:08 pm PDT #2281 of 10002

Also, I think we're going to Cairo in October

Ooh! You should try and make it to Luxor too. And go hot air ballooning over the Valley of the Kings! So very cool.


billytea - May 02, 2006 12:28:33 am PDT #2282 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

My boss uses speech software a lot of the time. Occasionally, this leads to hilarious mistranslations.

Has he ever promised a client that his support staff will be assfisting him to any extent required?


vw bug - May 02, 2006 1:11:49 am PDT #2283 of 10002
Mostly lurking...

Hey, mom of Cass! So fun to have you stop by!

Can you tell her you can't make a decision right now?

That's what we did, but she sure laid on the guilt. Ugh.


Emily - May 02, 2006 1:17:31 am PDT #2284 of 10002
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola

Laura (who's no doubt asleep), is it Ehlers-Danlos that your family's got? Not that I have any recommendations, anyway, just curious. I know someone on lj who posts about it sometimes. I hope you find something that helps her!


Laura - May 02, 2006 2:33:28 am PDT #2285 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.

I don't know Fay; we never called it anything but double-jointed. See my goofy niece: [link] Probably mild from my googling Ehlers-Danlos, but certainly over flexible joints and we all easily bruise. Helps with the yoga, but not so great for grasping things.

They only recommend Vitamin C for Ehlers-Danlos and she takes that. Hopefully the Chiro-guy has some good suggestion. A good proper brace is the main thing she needs right now to keep her thumb joints together.

{{Spidra}} Ouch. We mostly use the Dragon Medical 8 and it works wonderfully on the voice recognition. The technology has come a long way since just a few years back. Still, funny errors.


Laura - May 02, 2006 2:40:21 am PDT #2286 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.

Crunchy Pecans:

Interview~ma today Spidra!


Fay - May 02, 2006 2:42:12 am PDT #2287 of 10002
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

Do they call the hamburgers "beefburgers" there?

...good question. Can't recall, off the cuff - maybe not, because one quite often sees 'bacon' on menus, but 9 times out of 10 it's beef bacon. Everything pretty much is Halal as a default setting, so if something is made out of pig THEN they make a song and dance about it.

I don't know Fay

...I am thrilled to be mistaken for Emily. Thrilled. I feel slimmer and cleverer already. Go me!


Laura - May 02, 2006 2:51:26 am PDT #2288 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.

Wow! I totally thought that was you Fay. I blame the hour since you are more likely to be about now. Um, they both end with y? No, I got no good excuse.

You will note that I didn't go back and edit to make you look crazy though. I think I deserve a big hug in just a few days in SF for this.


vw bug - May 02, 2006 2:53:03 am PDT #2289 of 10002
Mostly lurking...

*sniff*

SF

*sniff*

All the tattoo talk yesterday was making me really wish I was going. Oh, well. I'll wait till my birthday as I was planning.


brenda m - May 02, 2006 3:24:07 am PDT #2290 of 10002
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

In Quebec during lobster season they have MacHomard.

I would eat the crab. Well, if I liked crab. I'd guess it's fine.

Do they, like, crash into stationary objects while walking across rooms?

Oh lord, my neighbor told me the other day that they accidentally got his beagle drunk. He had just got a full glass of whiskey and put it down on the floor to go answer the phone. Came back, glass was empty, and the dog was stumbling into the walls. Poor wee Sammie.