Angel: You know, I killed my actual dad. It was one of the first things I did when I became a vampire. Wesley: I hardly see how that's the same situation. Angel: Yeah. I didn't really think that one through.

'Lineage'


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.


sj - Aug 19, 2006 4:59:49 am PDT #9328 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

The gronk is strong this morning. I should be doing school work, but my mind is still on vacation and the rest of me is hurty from all the walking I did.

Catching up on the posts I missed while I was away:

{{{Sean and S}}} Continued ~ma to you both.

quester, safe~ma to your nephew.

Happy Belated Birthday, DebetEsse!!! I'm glad you are enjoying living in Colorado.

{{{Bev}}} I've been thinking of you.

{{{JZ}}} I'm sorry that the bed rest is getting to you.

Yay for a new Jilli minion!

JZ got packages today from vw and sj and she's feeling very loved and attended to as a result.

Yay! So happy to help at least a little tiny bit.

{{{Aimee}}} I hope that Em stops crying in the mornings soon.


Lee - Aug 19, 2006 5:07:12 am PDT #9329 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Emily, I tivoed Stargate, just in case. Are you sure the music was on the hard drive? If so, we can make the computer people redo it, once you come back down here.


Emily - Aug 19, 2006 6:02:00 am PDT #9330 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola

Actually, maybe they are there. I'd thought that all the music I had had been copied into the iTunes folder, but it turns out some of it was still stored in other folders, so I'll have to import those folder by folder. Kind of a pain in the ass, but at least it seems to be there!


Lee - Aug 19, 2006 6:04:54 am PDT #9331 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

YAY.


vw bug - Aug 19, 2006 6:08:06 am PDT #9332 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Emily. Calling. Mr. Chan was over when I stopped by this morning. Painting. Me=furious.


Cashmere - Aug 19, 2006 6:13:52 am PDT #9333 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

Oh, vw. I don't think you can win with these people. The fact that they wanted you out early so they could paint and stuff but wouldn't cut your rent for those two weeks pisses me off to no end.

I'd just go over there and tell them to get out until the last day you're paid up. If I had to sit there every day all day to make sure they didn't get into the apartment, I'd do it (but I'm bitchy that way).


vw bug - Aug 19, 2006 6:20:15 am PDT #9334 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Cashmere, that's totally what I want to do. But, I don't have the energy for it anymore. I nearly had a breakdown about that stupid place yesterday, and I think for my own zen, I just need to let it go.

But, damn it's hard!

Also, he had clearly done some sweeping in preparation for the painting. They better not charge us for that (take it out of our security deposit)! I will SO take them to court over it!


sj - Aug 19, 2006 6:23:37 am PDT #9335 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Want to smite vw's old landlord.


Jessica - Aug 19, 2006 6:24:48 am PDT #9336 of 10001
If I want to become a cloud of bats, does each bat need a separate vaccination?

Emily, I think there's a function in iTunes that will let it search your computer for music and add what it finds to the iTunes library. (I can't find in the menus now, but I know it's how I imported stuff when iTunes was first installed.)


JZ - Aug 19, 2006 7:53:28 am PDT #9337 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

Is erika around and about? If so, good morning, and you were in my dream last night. Not a sex dream, just a dream dream. You had moved to the Bay Area, and you and I were going back to high school together (which is not as bad as it sounds -- in my dream, it was a magnet school with lots of weird arty neo-beatnik kids and a creative writing program, so we were both all jazzed about it).

We were waiting for the bus on a streetcorner in front of an amazing pastry shop that had a ridiculously huge cavern filled with incredibly complex and delicious foods -- I ran in to get us something on the way to school, and suffered pretty-food overload and had to come out again without actually buying anything, but at least with plenty of mental notes about our snacky-breakfast menus for the next month. Just as I ran out the bus arrived; you elevated and wheeled on while I got the wheelchair spaces up at the front of the bus ready to anchor your chair in place. When all was ready, I looked around for you, but you had rambled on to the back of the bus and were flirting with a poetical-looking guy in a denim jacket.

Analysis: Do I really need to spell it out? That dream was all text, no subtext.