Wash: Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction. Zoe: We live in a space ship, dear. Wash: So?

'Objects In Space'


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.


JZ - Aug 23, 2006 7:23:12 am PDT #9853 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.

((Sparky and DH)) Vibing hard for the pilots.

And OMG, I just went over to SFGate and read the details -- how scary and awful and completely random. Just some lunatic suicide, with no grudge against anyone, no agenda, nothing but his own private despair. Utterly sad and stupid and pointless.

But she's pretty!!

And, according to a completely unnecessary $253.89 test on August 4th, 100% chlamydia-free!


Aims - Aug 23, 2006 7:24:44 am PDT #9854 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Aims, if you happen to see a cute shirt with a cupcake on it in a 2T, please to let me know. My niece loved my Johnny Cupcakes t-shirt ("Cu-cake! Cu-cake!") so I thought I'd try to find her a cupcake shirt, too.

Gymboree has a whole line from...Spring 2005 I think, called Sweet Cupcake. Shirts, pants, socks, leggings, dresses, shoes...everything with cupcakes on them. Do an eBay search for Sweet Cupcake and there's a treasure trove.

I find it HIGH-larious that each Buffista mom has their favorite baby clothes maker. I'm such a Gymboree Whore.


juliana - Aug 23, 2006 7:25:35 am PDT #9855 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

how scary and awful and completely random. Just some lunatic suicide

That's the worst part. Just, GAH.


P.M. Marc - Aug 23, 2006 7:26:03 am PDT #9856 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

I find it HIGH-larious that each Buffista mom has their favorite baby clothes maker. I'm such a Gymboree Whore.

It's totally hilarious! I thought I'd be a GW, but no, Hanna ate me alive. Mainly because all the GW stuff I loved failed in the wash and wear department. (Hello to the Prim and Proper line!)


Sparky1 - Aug 23, 2006 7:26:12 am PDT #9857 of 10001
Librarian Warlord

Sean, they were actually shot while standing in the parking lot, so not flying at the time. Unfortunately, it's not unsual for us to hear about pilots who have become targets while in the air for people with guns, but it usually turns out to be some not-thinking kid with an air rifle. This time, not so much.

(eta: there are more details in my LJ than in the news reports)

brenda, I hope it resolves itself!


Fred Pete - Aug 23, 2006 7:26:14 am PDT #9858 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.

((((Sean)))) ((((Cashmere)))) And, seconding what Aimee said.

Egad, JZ.

Good luck, Calli!


Glamcookie - Aug 23, 2006 7:26:29 am PDT #9859 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister

Oooh, thanks Plei! And I will be looking at the Gymboree cupcake stuff, too, Aims! CU-CAKES!


Fred Pete - Aug 23, 2006 7:27:32 am PDT #9860 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.

Also, ((((Sparky and family))))


Aims - Aug 23, 2006 7:28:45 am PDT #9861 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Right now, I'm a Petite Fleur Whore. I love that whole collection.


Katerina Bee - Aug 23, 2006 7:33:20 am PDT #9862 of 10001
Herding cats for fun

$4100 just for the privilege of staying in a room overnight? The mind boggles. Here I thought a $300 night at the Fairmont was pricey. The really scary part of this story is that those are the prices charged to insured patients, and lots of places have different, much higher rates for the uninsured. If I should become ill, I expect that will mean that all my money will disappear with a small, pitiful whooshing noise, and then a giant mountain of debt will smother what's left of me.

People are shooting at hang gliders? What a craptastic hobby.

In Much Better News: I had a phone call last night. Looks like we're going to have another niece or nephew in May or so. My youngest cousin is feeling virile and proud of his aim, and I am thinking, but I remember carrying you around when you were little, how can you possibly be old enough to reproduce? Eeek! I'm old!

Then I got another phone call from my high school buddy who's been widowed recently. Three hours of drunken telephone counseling and cameraderie and being awake till 2 am has left me a tired and cranky mess who really, really doesn't want to go on another job interview today. I don't want to handle paperwork concerning severely emotionally disturbed youth. I don't want those sad stories clogging up my forebrain.