Willow: Yes. Hi. You must be Angel's handsome, yet androgynous, son. Connor: It's Connor. Willow: And the sneer's genetic. Who knew?

'A Hole in the World'


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.


Topic!Cindy - Oct 24, 2006 12:14:08 pm PDT #8601 of 10000
What is even happening?

Hee. My sister just got "uninvited" from a wedding. Who does that?

a) I think your sister wins

b) Tell us more


Sean K - Oct 24, 2006 12:19:07 pm PDT #8602 of 10000
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty

I saw a great Titus about 11 years ago that involved pumpkin slaughter and large amounts of stage blood. Kept me entertained.

S once worked on a production of Titus where every time a character was killed, they left the body onstage for the rest of the play. By the time the show was over, the stage would be piled with bodies.


brenda m - Oct 24, 2006 12:35:17 pm PDT #8603 of 10000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Oh, this is rich. My sister is a violinist - bride was talking about how she had an organist but really wanted a violinist. So sis offers to play, free. All well and good.

Then they cancel the organist. Sis explains that a single violin isn't going to sound very good, that they need at least one more instrument. And she can get someone, but obviously that person would need to be paid.

Next she hears is that they "can't afford" to have her. Apparently they got all pissed and decided she was trying to bait and switch them or something (?!?). And not only is she not playing, but her ceremony/reception invitations are um, not so much anymore.

Which message was passed on to her by my sister's roommate, who is a bridesmaid. Who followed it up with "but you can still come as my guest."

And then it turns out that the guest thing was nixed too. Hysterical.


Daisy Jane - Oct 24, 2006 12:40:01 pm PDT #8604 of 10000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

P-C, that's my favorite bit too, well that and Titus telling Tamora she just ate her asshole sons.

I once saw MacBeth Halloween night at the outside theater at our hometown college. It was this company Perfect and really, really scary. They brought in MacBeth's head wrapped in a fur. We were sitting on the stage and damn if it didn't look real (I think it was actually the actors head, but they'd rigged it so there was a hole in the fur for him to stick it through).


Daisy Jane - Oct 24, 2006 12:44:02 pm PDT #8605 of 10000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

That bride is craxy. So your sister was clearly in cahoots with the organist and the other musician. It's a racket!


slayeroshadow - Oct 24, 2006 12:47:35 pm PDT #8606 of 10000
And what's with all the carrots?

Dropping in for a re-introduction. Buffy (yes, really!) here. I had the pleasure of meeting some of you f2f or swinging from the treehouse.

waves. curtsies. etc.


Topic!Cindy - Oct 24, 2006 12:50:04 pm PDT #8607 of 10000
What is even happening?

Oh, brenda!

Yep. Your sister definitely wins.


Amy - Oct 24, 2006 12:51:39 pm PDT #8608 of 10000
Because books.

Oh my, brenda. Like Cindy said, your sister definitely wins. Weddings are so crazy-making. My mom is the wedding coordinator for her church, and some of the stories she tells me just boggle.


brenda m - Oct 24, 2006 12:58:18 pm PDT #8609 of 10000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Totally crazy. And we're talking a matter of a hundred bucks here.

Wonder if they'll be able to find a CD player cheap enough to suit their needs.

t catty


juliana - Oct 24, 2006 12:59:15 pm PDT #8610 of 10000
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

My favorite production of Dream was up in Fairbanks in an outdoor theater (during summer, obviously). The theater was in the middle of birch woods, so the fairies came out of that, and the mechanicals had the best entrance EVER. They came roaring up to the playing space in a late 70s dusty-as-all-hell Suburban with naughty phrases scrawled in the dust, bellowing "I am Henry the 8th I am, Henry the 8th I am!" HILARIOUS.