Wow. Suddenly dressing my little brothers up in girls' clothes ('cause I really wanted sisters instead) doesn't seem so awful.
Ouhh! Snacks! The secret to any successful migration! Who's up for some tasty fried meat products!?
Anya ,'Touched'
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.
vw bug - Jul 13, 2006 1:42:19 pm PDT #4224 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Hil R. - Jul 13, 2006 1:43:14 pm PDT #4225 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
I can remember very few physical fights with my sister. (Except for one time. She was lying on the floor with a beanbag chair on top of her head, because the sun was bothering her eyes and this was apparently a better solution than closing the shades. I walked in, didn't notice her, and sat on the chair. Every once in a while, out of nowhere, the "You sat on my head!" "You were lying with a chair on your head!" will just emerge out of nowhere.)
Today, I showed my students "Donald in Mathmagic Land." They thought it was dumb. I'm disappointed in the youth of America. (And a bit of the youth of South Korea, too, I guess -- two of my students are from there.)
Lee - Jul 13, 2006 1:48:45 pm PDT #4226 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
All I ever did was stab my sister with a fork.
Of course, the fork still had dog food on it, so that was kind of a bonus.
ION, I HAVE A PIRATE SHIP, and Nora completely rocks.
Fay - Jul 13, 2006 2:04:49 pm PDT #4227 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
I now realise that I was a fantastic sister.
The only bad thing I did, really, was convince her that there was a monster under the bed. (And I may have added veracity by, er, hiding under the bed and waiting until she stepped sleepily out of it, and then grabbing her ankle and biting it while she screamed and flailed and screamed and screamed and screamed. A few times. Maybe. Which STILL amuses me so much that I'm actually weeping with laughter as I type, and making odd snorfling noises. And yet I maintain that that kind of torture is GOOD, because it was bringing a little magic into her life. Scary, creepy, dark magic, but magic nonetheless. It was like the flip side of pretending there was a Santa.)
libkitty - Jul 13, 2006 2:07:52 pm PDT #4228 of 10001
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs
Thanks Ailleann and Toddson. That was exactly what I was looking for!
There was no physical violence between my siblings and me. Of course, they were 12 and 14 years older, so that may have impacted things. There was some violence between my step-sister and me. I always felt horrible about it, but I see now that it was really pretty mild. Whew.
Atropa - Jul 13, 2006 2:09:29 pm PDT #4229 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
You people are all making me VERY VERY GLAD that I'm an only child.
Aims - Jul 13, 2006 2:11:37 pm PDT #4230 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
(And I may have added veracity by, er, hiding under the bed and waiting until she stepped sleepily out of it, and then grabbing her ankle and biting it while she screamed and flailed and screamed and screamed and screamed. A few times. Maybe. Which STILL amuses me so much that I'm actually weeping with laughter as I type, and making odd snorfling noises.
snogs Fay
I did the same thing to my sister. I even ripped the gauze off of her box spring so I could pull myself into it if she looked under the bed.
ChiKat - Jul 13, 2006 2:12:24 pm PDT #4231 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
The only bad thing I did, really, was convince her that there was a monster under the bed. (And I may have added veracity by, er, hiding under the bed and waiting until she stepped sleepily out of it, and then grabbing her ankle and biting it while she screamed and flailed and screamed and screamed and screamed.
My sister did that to my brother when he was about 8. I was babysitting and had to calm him down while stifling snorts.
ChiKat - Jul 13, 2006 2:13:22 pm PDT #4232 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
I'm off for a hair cut!
Fay - Jul 13, 2006 2:17:23 pm PDT #4233 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
...I also terrorised her with seaweed when she was 6. Because there was a Rupert the Bear book that we'd both read, which had the creepiest seaweed creatures in it. They were seaweed, lurking on a beach, and then they were all creatury, and they captured him and dragged him off to the King of the Sea, and it was just very disturbing.
And she was a bit creeped out by the seaweed on the beech in Jersey, and so was I. But less so, what with being 15. So I grabbed some and chased her with it. Because it was funny. Um.
...she screamed and screamed and screamed.
...actually, I may have had my moments of evil. But for the vast majority of the time I was a Very Good And Caring Older Sibling. I changed nappies, I cooked, I read stories, I entertained, I took her sledging, I made her fantastic birthday cakes shaped like the teddy bears' picnic, or a 3-D dragon covered in chocolate scales - most of the time I was Very Good.
Just, occasionally, I was a wee bit evil. But not in a beating-her-up way. Um.