Anya ,'Empty Places'
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls, The Inside and Drive), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
I get loster than Allyson. I get so lost that I wind up halfway to San Jose before I realize I missed my exit.
The problem is that I can remember landmarks, but not which order they're in. "Look, there's that tall sticky-up tower. Does that come after I've missed my exit, or does it mean the exit is coming up?"
KAT & LORI! SQUUUUEEEEE!!! I'm so thrilled to hear the news!
In related-to-earlier-do-not-read-this-white-font news: I found out that my ex-boyfriend and his wife kept their first baby's placenta in the freezer because they were saving it to have some Native American ritual on his first birthday. Mind you, neither of them are Native American, and--as I pointed out to the mutual friend who told me this story--I highly doubt that most Native Americans were freezing placentas in their refrigerators.
I am soooo glad that I didn't end up with that guy. Squick.
Well, if you lost people want to fly me out, I am really good about getting lost. As in, I can get unlost just fine and I'm quite triumphant when I do, which is always fun. (I'm sure everyone in earshot is sick of hearing how I got unlost in LA.)
Glad to hear the girl already has a handle on defeating male oppression, Kat.
I had a friend in the early 90s with a Ford Probe. If you touched the car it would say "the car is armed, the car is armed." I never could see the arms, but I really wanted some for my car. I'd never have to get out of the car to pump gas, again.
Excellent news Kat!!
Sarameg, I think you should come to SF to get lost. Getting unlost here can be REALLY tricky.
I found the VIPER! (I think it must be in ASSCAPS to convey its personality) alarm system the most amusing. "This car is protected by VIPER! STEP AWAY! STEP AWAY!"
My cousin had Fred, the Pimp car, when she was in college. He had a red leather interior and a barry white voice. He was a boat. He would comment on what you were doing ("brake is on",) fluid levels, engine temperature, turn signals ("signalling....signally")and then the usual door and window stuff. His engine eventually blew, while he narrated his death.
He had to have been a custom car. I wouldn't believe it had my uncle not supported her claims.
Dude. Your uncle was Dick Van Dyke?
Totally unrelated, but I like that Drive has made me alter my lurking schedule from "infrequent" to "highly frequent", for fear of being left behind.