Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.
[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.
And the new Attenborough special started on Sunday night! (Planet Earth.)
Woot! More DVDs to wait for. And yay for you living the dream, bt!
Good letter, vw, with good edits from others. Go get 'em!
Unless you're Marion Barry and owe back taxes you didn't even file.
I still want a motto option on DC license plates (like "Taxation Without Representation") that says "Bitch Set Me Up."
Yesterday turned out well after getting off to a rocky start. The weather couldn't have been nicer! It's very unseasonal, but I'll take it. Unfortunately, today I am engronkified, as someone called at 3:00 am (drunk dialing and got the wrong number), and I couldn't get back to sleep.
Woot! More DVDs to wait for.
Quite. The first ep opens with penguins (none can resist the Year of the Penguin!) and has continuing amazing footage. There's an Amur leopard, only forty or so left in the world. A slow-mo of a great white shark snaring a seal, hanging suspended in mid-air. You get aerial footage of migrating elephants, a herd of caribou three million strong, a wolf-hunt on said caribou, and also the remarkable strategy of the Cape hunting dog. (Far more effective than lions. Bloody prima donnas.)
The distance of Thousand Oaks from LA depends on the time of day. Time is space, right?
Well, anyway. If you have to go on the 101, the space-time fabric dilates. If I need to get from TO to my very freeway-proximate real-close-to-the-valley-considering home, it takes upwards of an hour and a half at the end of the work day. Getting there at the start of a workday I'd allocate at least an hour.
And that's against traffic, kinda. Unless you drive canyon roads and the PCH, you're going to have to use the 101 to get to LA.
It's a bitch. I've turned down job opportunities in TO because they're too far, even though they're nearer in miles than my current gig. We have a TO office, and offices between TO and my apartment. They're a bitch on the commute.
Off peak hours, I got nothing.
I don’t know that either of them will ever be my “hometown”, but I know I felt more at Home in both of those cities than I ever will in Fairbanks.
I can see this, juliana. I think I'm probably the opposite of you, since I love SF, but couldn't be at home there longterm because there are just too many people there. I'm glad we share Alaska, though!
My god, I miss fireflies. The little blinking lights going off into the distance and under the trees.
One of the few things I miss from CT.
Ow. Fucking ow. UTI. Cystitis, I presume, but haven't had one since I was twelve. OW.
Oh man, Jars, you have all my sympathy.
Is the Cape hunting dog the one that brings food back for mouth-to-mouth transfer to the puppies? Their hunts have like an 80% success rate?
The DH said last night that in his perfect world he'd live in Northern Cal or the Pacific Northwest for spring and summer, and in Virginia/Maryland for fall and winter. I pointed out that would mean no fireflies in summer.
Grooooonk. Dog got me up at 3 am
for a, um, gastric emergency.
Hell, at least she got me up. Far, far better than the alternative.
Can I go back to bed now?
I didn't see/haven't seen any fireflies this year, I guess that's because I'm seldom out at night. I think we usually get them around June, but can't remember.
I'm inexplicably sad to think I might have missed them.
I've seen one or two at my dad's house. (Which seems to be becoming it's own little wild animal park. Sightings in the yard include muskrats, beavers, some creature that everyone who saw it swears was a squirbit - half rabbit/half squirrel - and of course, the ninja squirrels.)
A squirbit sounds like something that should be in a Dilbert cartoon, brenda. Glad the pup woke you up! Coulda been nasty.
I love fireflies! The park we went to for fireworks this year was rife with them. I felt like they were determined to rival the show by putting on their own pre-fireworks display. It made it much easier to wait.
ION, I own all the gronk in the world. It has devoured my bottom and already reached my brain. I locked myself out of my condo this morning while doing laundry and had to pester a neighbor to borrow a key to get back in. (Locked security door to the laundry room, everyone's key works on it.) If anyone wants gronk, I got it in spades and will be glad to pawn it off on donate as much as may be needed. Please, tell me you want some?