Clearly, Cass, you need to come up here. To Seattle. Where the fun lives!
Now, I can hold a note for a long time...actually I can hold a note forever. But eventually that's just noise. It's the change we're listening for. The note coming after, and the one after that. That's what makes it music.
Host ,'Why We Fight'
F2F 4: Too Much Candy, Never Enough Mojitos.
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: Madison, WI from June 20-22 2008! Official website.
P.M. Marc - Jun 24, 2006 10:53:27 pm PDT #2857 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
billytea - Jun 24, 2006 11:03:30 pm PDT #2858 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.
If you don't mind sleeping on a Very Comfy Couch, and the chance for being walked on by adventurous cats, you can stay at the House of Reason.
Sounds perfect. The Reasons are Fob!
P.M. Marc - Jun 24, 2006 11:08:26 pm PDT #2859 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Casa Marcontell would have offered, but the Artist Formerly Known As Our Guest Space is not in a fit state for man or beast.
Not that that stops the cats, mind.
billytea - Jun 24, 2006 11:30:13 pm PDT #2860 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.
Not that that stops the cats, mind.
The only thing that stops the cats is ennui. Fortunately, that's rather like saying the only thing keeping me on this planet is gravity.
Cass - Jun 24, 2006 11:42:20 pm PDT #2861 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Clearly, Cass, you need to come up here. To Seattle. Where the fun lives!*That's* where the fun lives? Obviously I don't need to bother finishing up the guest room / office here. Whoot!
but the Artist Formerly Known As Our Guest Space is not in a fit stateMine is called the vortex, for lack of coming up with a more creative name.
and the chance for being walked on by adventurous catsAnd billytea is amused by the dumb critters. He played Oops! I Falled Down for ages with Puppycat.
billytea - Jun 25, 2006 1:35:02 am PDT #2862 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.
And billytea is amused by the dumb critters. He played Oops! I Falled Down for ages with Puppycat.
Hey, if Puppycat thinks me falling down is hysterical, who am I to argue?
Pix - Jun 25, 2006 7:35:31 am PDT #2863 of 10002
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
I got to see Victor and sj and her BF and Theo last night! It rocked!
Well except for the fact where Yahoo Maps gave me outdated directions and I got lost due to the construction going on and one of my tires went flat and I didn't know where I was to tell the rental car roadside assistance people to come find me and I had to call Victor and he and the others had to triangulate my position so they could come find me and so I could call the rental company back to have them rescue me.
But other than that, it was great!
Beverly - Jun 25, 2006 7:41:19 am PDT #2864 of 10002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Geez, Kristin, look up. Is that black cloud over your head drizzling on anybody else, or is it somehow tethered to you? Poor dear. At least you got there, finally.
Theodosia - Jun 25, 2006 8:05:48 am PDT #2865 of 10002
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
It was indeed drizzling on her head during all this. In fact, the rain was so bad at times that I totally missed the 10A exit on the Pike and had to go all the way to Sturbridge before I could get turned around (it's a damn long stretch between Exit 10 and Exit 9), which added a good 20 miles to my journey.
Strangely enough, it only barely drizzled in Worcester while both Kristen and I, in different directions, were dealing with serious amounts of precipitation.
sj - Jun 25, 2006 9:15:52 am PDT #2866 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
It was definitely a strange night but fun, once everyone actually was able to get to Victor's and relax.