So it looks like we'll be getting married on Friday the 13th. How utterly brilliant is that? VERY.
Those of us born on that day salute you!
Speaking of birthdays, Happy Birthday Nora!!
Willow: That's a work ethic! Buffy, you're developing a work ethic! Buffy: Do they make an ointment for that?
'Beneath You'
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.
megan walker - Sep 15, 2006 5:03:30 am PDT #3273 of 10000
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist
tommyrot - Sep 15, 2006 5:04:02 am PDT #3274 of 10000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Happy B-day, Nora!
Ailleann - Sep 15, 2006 5:04:19 am PDT #3275 of 10000
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
Hippo birdies Nora!
Fred Pete - Sep 15, 2006 5:04:26 am PDT #3276 of 10000
Ann, that's a ferret.
He said it was for the Rockettes, so I guess I can sort of see where a show would have to advertise this far ahead of time, but Christmas?
Extremely wrong. Even though Radio City Music Hall puts on a great Christmas show.
Amy - Sep 15, 2006 5:04:42 am PDT #3277 of 10000
Because books.
Happy, happy birthday, Nora! Wishing you cake and lots of happy today.
Lee - Sep 15, 2006 5:08:09 am PDT #3278 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY NORA!!!
JZ - Sep 15, 2006 5:08:33 am PDT #3279 of 10000
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Go Nora! It's your birthday! Or words to that effect. Yay and hurray!
Vibing for good folks at the hospital, SA. An hour's commute isn't great,but it will allow for lots of reading and music, and the people-watching should be fantastic.
Now I'm missing my best temp job ever, three months working for the head offices of the California Christmas Tree Growers Association, which turned out to be a smallish two-woman office on a tree-lined street next door to a 7-11 whose manager was a huge coffee hound and made a point of keeping it fresh and tasty and not all burnt-out.
And the general manager had just had a baby and brought him in with her. He was one of those horribly perfect babies that never cries, just sleeps and stares all goggle-eyed, and it was unbearably cool to look up from preparing a stack of mailings or whatnot and see him looking around, every day just a little less bleary and a little more aware and "Holy shit! I have hands! I have feet! There's a bright light overhead! And there's all this stuff out there that's NOT ME. Some of it is humans! When they make noises at me, I can make noises back! Amazing!" Which is how my fascination with teh small humans and watching the wheels behind their eyes turn as they suss out the whole universe began.
Steph L. - Sep 15, 2006 5:17:01 am PDT #3280 of 10000
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Happy Birthday, Nora!!!
Cindy, why the grim tagline?
I meant you Teppy.
Daisy Jane, just e-mail me at my profile addy.
SailAweigh - Sep 15, 2006 5:17:02 am PDT #3281 of 10000
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Happy Birthday, Nora!!
Actually, they haven't really told me yet--I overheard that she was starting on Monday when the HR person was introducing her to everyone.
I had one temp job where I showed up on a Monday and they said, "oh, didn't anyone tell you Friday that we didn't need you to come back?" Bleh. Some temp jobs can suck.
tommyrot - Sep 15, 2006 5:19:19 am PDT #3282 of 10000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
"oh, didn't anyone tell you Friday that we didn't need you to come back?"
That happened to me once. Except my manager at that job was out of the office for a few days (which is why no one told me). I actually had to wait around (getting paid, doing nothing) for a few hours until they could find a manager with the authority to tell me I wasn't needed anymore.