Ha! Found it!
(buried in a pile of blankets at the foot of my bed. Not quite sure how it got there.)
Early: Where'd she go? Simon: I can't keep track of her when she's not incorporeally possessing a space ship. Don't look at me.
'Objects In Space'
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.
Hil R. - May 09, 2006 2:59:20 pm PDT #3611 of 10002
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
amych - May 09, 2006 3:01:28 pm PDT #3612 of 10002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I generally blame the pets for that sort of thing. Since you don't have any, you're welcome to blame mine.
Sparky1 - May 09, 2006 3:04:53 pm PDT #3613 of 10002
Librarian Warlord
Any Bay Area Peter Gallagher fans? He'll be at UC Berkeley on Thursday, handing out the Sandy Cohen Fellowship, again.
Lee - May 09, 2006 3:11:40 pm PDT #3614 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Any Bay Area Peter Gallagher fans? He'll be at UC Berkeley on Thursday, handing out the Sandy Cohen Fellowship, again.
During the day, I assume?
Note to self: Remember to get suddenly gravely ill Wednesday night.
sj - May 09, 2006 3:15:46 pm PDT #3615 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I can't seem to keep anything from my mother. She knew about Dave when we hadn't actually met yet. Luckily she is in no hurry to marry me off.
Sparky1 - May 09, 2006 3:16:31 pm PDT #3616 of 10002
Librarian Warlord
billytea - May 09, 2006 3:18:51 pm PDT #3617 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.
Oh, yeah! But, see, apparently, I'm not trying hard enough. I should be sending out several e-mails an hour apparently. Oh, and why didn't I go with eHarmony? Don't they have better results? Even if they're more expensive...
I think I joined about ten different sites while I was looking. (Not eHarmony. It didn't impress me.) But I don't recommend it, as it's expensive, and most of the sites didn't do much for me. Ultimately I think about three sites were really worth it (including, of course, the sites on which I met AS and Wallybee respectively).
I have to admit, match.com didn't impress me much. Not informative enough, and not that user-friendly. I found Yahoo Personals to work better. (The best site I'm on, RSVP, is I think Australian-only.)
It'd be un-American to actually ever get out of debt, right?
Incidentally, the Australian government is now out of debt for the first time since about 1975. The Budget was just handed down last night. The govt is responding with tax cuts for all (tiny American flags for others). Which is nice, but I think some planning for future deficits might have been a better idea.
Cashmere - May 09, 2006 3:59:49 pm PDT #3618 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.
It'd be un-American to actually ever get out of debt, right?
Congress is going to have to actually raise the debt ceiling for the government again to a bazillion dollars, so I'm thinking it can only be patriotic to spend beyond our means like our legislators.
On another topic, I'd like to say say that a tropical resort full of actuaries is pure comedy gold. I'm pretty sure this place has never seen so many sunburns.
JenP - May 09, 2006 4:41:31 pm PDT #3619 of 10002
There is no middle ground. Except for the ep named "Middle Ground" which got an emmy nomination.
Heh. OK, and duly warned about the love-it-or-hate-it aspect. Thanks.
d - May 09, 2006 5:28:36 pm PDT #3620 of 10002
It's nice to see some brave pretenders trying to make it interesting.
Any Gilmore Girl watchers out there who'd care to let me know what happend in the last minute? Anything important after Gigi saw Lorelei in bed without her nightgown ?
Also, congrats to Holloweenie baby's parental unit. I'd knit sommat, but have no skills to speak of.
I went to a meditation class tonight where we chant. It was my first time doing that, and I really enjoyed it. Now I get to pretend I'm a Tibetan Warrior. I need to practice on my own, but I feel ridiculous. Which is equally ridiculous because no one will hear me. Being comfortable in my own skin still has a ways to go.