Tracy: 'When you can't run, you crawl... and when you can't crawl, when you can't do that--' Zoe: 'You find someone to carry you.'

'The Message'


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.


DavidS - Aug 29, 2006 9:55:51 pm PDT #855 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

New hair: [link]

exhales slowly and deliberately

Yeah.

Emily, you've got excellent teachers giving you great advice. All I can say from a parental perspective is that one of my harder, and most necessary, lessons was that kids (a) desperately need to know somebody is setting the boundaries and; (b) grow by testing those boundaries constantly.

Which is why my whole three-pronged parenting philosphy boils down to the intuitive (1) keep them alive; (2) love them a lot; and [perhaps counter-intuitively] (3) enforce boundaries.

It's the hardest fucking thing but respect flows from it.


Cass - Aug 29, 2006 9:56:49 pm PDT #856 of 10000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Tummy meds helped tummy - good. Tummy meds made me slow and paranoid - less good. Flopped Kittenish on the chenille throw on my feet - quite good. Life is a series of cost/benefit analysis. Also a series of correcting typos.


Daisy Jane - Aug 29, 2006 9:59:35 pm PDT #857 of 10000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Also a series of correcting typos.

Tell the drunk girl about it.


Cass - Aug 29, 2006 10:02:48 pm PDT #858 of 10000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Tell the drunk girl about it.
It's this thing where you think you know what you want to say and then your fingers are suddenly acting like ice-skating monkeys and then you can't even remember what you were going to type even if you could get the letters to appear on the screen in a reasonably accurate order.

It's like that.

Or like being really, really unpleasantly stoned.


SonusExMachina - Aug 29, 2006 10:04:34 pm PDT #859 of 10000
BOOK: "River..? Please, why don't you come on out..." RIVER: "No. Can't. Too much hair." - 'Jaynestown'

A toast: To teachers!

For real.

Here's to all the unwaveringly patient souls that put up with my scatterbrained tigger-like bouncing ADHD learning style during my 20+ years of schooling...

:: raises a glass ::

Slainté, teachers!


Daisy Jane - Aug 29, 2006 10:05:25 pm PDT #860 of 10000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Exactly like that, or getting hit in the head with a large gold brick wrapped in a lemon skin.


NoiseDesign - Aug 29, 2006 10:05:25 pm PDT #861 of 10000
Our wings are not tired

Here's to all the unwaveringly patient souls that put up with my scatterbrained tigger-like bouncing ADHD learning style during my 20+ years of schooling...

Are you saying that ended with the end of school?

t runs away


DavidS - Aug 29, 2006 10:08:21 pm PDT #862 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

and then your fingers are suddenly acting like ice-skating monkeys

We have to see that! Monkeys on skates! They're so irrational!

Emily, after re-reading I see clearly that I have erred on the side of Be a Dominating Teacher when you needed more It Takes A Year To Make a Classroom.

Which is true. It's an evolving relationship. With several different classes.

Also? You can come over here and watch videos and let us feed you potent alcoholic drinks anytime. You can bring AcrossTheHall Teacher if you like, too.


Volans - Aug 29, 2006 10:09:50 pm PDT #863 of 10000
move out and draw fire

The netnanny blocked me from checking out Plei's haircut. Reason? "Nudity:online storage"

Online storage pr0n MUST BE STOPPED.


Daisy Jane - Aug 29, 2006 10:11:05 pm PDT #864 of 10000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Bedtime! Love y'all! To little below quantum bits.