I wear the cheese. It does not wear me.

Cheese Man ,'Chosen'


Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.  

[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.


Volans - Aug 24, 2006 7:55:44 pm PDT #151 of 10000
move out and draw fire

Please, for the love of all that's holy, STOP CHEWING ON THE REMOTE. It's the third one we've had due to waterlogging from you.

All our remotes (now down to 2, thanks to the power of the universal) are kept in the little plastic baggies they come in, taped shut. Or wrapped in plastic wrap.

This has been the practice since long before we wanted children, and may or may not have anything to do with me being a spazz and knocking over drinks or candles...but I bet it would help.


Scrappy - Aug 24, 2006 8:28:45 pm PDT #152 of 10000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

Great idea, Raq. Our dog has already added many unwanted toothmarks to our TiVo remote.

Hey, Hec, I am getting my hair cut and colored tomorrow. I usally color it myself with cheap drugstore stuff, but the week of daily ocean/pool/hot sun exposure in Mexico really destroyed my nice rich red. Someone else washing and coloring my hair--oh, the luxury!


DavidS - Aug 24, 2006 8:36:15 pm PDT #153 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Hey, Hec, I am getting my hair cut and colored tomorrow. I usally color it myself with cheap drugstore stuff, but the week of daily ocean/pool/hot sun exposure in Mexico really destroyed my nice rich red. Someone else washing and coloring my hair--oh, the luxury!

How I envy those hands that play with your hair!


Aims - Aug 24, 2006 8:45:44 pm PDT #154 of 10000
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Robin, you and DH look so happy and content in your honeymoon pictures. I just wanted to say again how happy I am for you guys.


vw bug - Aug 24, 2006 8:48:51 pm PDT #155 of 10000
Mostly lurking...

We're getting some nasty storms passing through. Toto decided that I wasn't giving him enough attention (he's terrified of storms) in bed, so he made it known that we needed to get up and cuddle on the couch.

I hope the storm passes quickly. I have to be up early.


WindSparrow - Aug 24, 2006 9:53:00 pm PDT #156 of 10000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

{{{{vw&Toto}}}}


Volans - Aug 24, 2006 10:39:52 pm PDT #157 of 10000
move out and draw fire

Just got a package from my stepmother. Random things, some very cool (my first attempts at stained glass, a Bach action figure).

She sent a costume for Mallory, either for Halloween or just to play dress-up. It's a white plush unicorn with rainbow mane and tail and shiny iridescent wings and horn.

She has 4 grandsons, and I think she's getting bored with boys.


Stephanie - Aug 25, 2006 1:14:42 am PDT #158 of 10000
Trust my rage

We've been expecting storms here but so far just big clouds.

It's a white plush unicorn with rainbow mane and tail and shiny iridescent wings and horn.

This sounds very pretty, but I think you might be right about boredom setting in.


DCJensen - Aug 25, 2006 3:53:47 am PDT #159 of 10000
All is well that ends in pizza.

{{{{vw&Toto}}}}

Indeed. OTOH? She has the right dog with her for a tornado.


Fay - Aug 25, 2006 4:05:30 am PDT #160 of 10000
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

Belated punctuation to JZ - glad all turned out okay, sorry for the stress.

I have an apartment! The teeny tiny apartment mentioned before? Is now mine! Sofabed and all! So Bangkok F2F is a go go, ladies and gentlemen - get your arses over here as and when.

Today was hectic like a hectic thing from the planet of the hectic people, but insh'allah I am now more or less ready for Monday, and my classroom looks more or less like a classroom. More or less. I'm still daunted by the whole Key Stage One thing (I'm more used to the big kids, rather than the ickle wee kids, and I'm realising how many things I don't really know anything about, which is a bit scary), but hopefully it will all work out. Hopefully. And if not, at least it's easy to obtain alcohol in this country, so I can drown my sorrows. Or the kids. Or myself. Or something.

I have just been out and purchased a 'Good Behaviour Bear'. Except it isn't a bear, it's a floppy wee white dog VERY reminiscent of Tin Tin's white dog. It's unspeakably cute. It will be going home each night with whichever kid we think has been best behaved/otherwise singled themselves out as exceptionally deserving that day. I'm a trifle concerned because it's VERY white, which is really asking for trouble, but hopefully it's washable. And if not...well, I know where I bought it. Um.

wonders whether she should go back and buy a back up dog NOW, while they're still there...

Hmm.

He really was apallingly cute. I'm almost tempted to buy one for myself. Daniel could beat it up. He's going to be terribly bored in the tiny teeny apartment on the 14th floor, poor wee thing - a toy to torment might be a really good idea. Hmm. Mind you, I have to go and buy rag rugs or something similarly cheap and sturdy with which to shroud the leather sofa before I introduce the cat to the flat.

I really don't want to have to buy a new leather sofa. Not at all. No siree bob.

Today I heard some of the music composed by His Majesty The King of Thailand. It's fabulous! Thai Big Band music - fanfuckingtastic. The King rocks. Queen Elizabeth doesn't compose Big Band Tunes, or have jamming sessions with Benny Goodman. Pah! Go Team King! He gets my vote! If only I weren't so averse to the colour yellow I'd totally be wearing it in his honour (as most of Thailand seems to be doing. Especially on Mondays. There are special yellow aertex polo shirt thingies with the royal crest on the breast that everybody is sporting. Because everybody loves the king. It's nice. In a vastly unfamiliar way).