Reply to it, silly.
But I'm a-skeered! And don't know what to say. And did I mention scared? Why is this so hard? I'm 36, not 16.
I'm so sorry, but if it makes you feel any better, my fun-time-Buffy party night involved watching a robot throw Spike through a window, so if you want to trade... no wait, I wouldn't give up that memory for anything.
Buffy ,'Get It Done'
Natter 47: My Brilliance Is Wasted On You People
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
brenda m - Nov 13, 2006 5:46:09 am PST #9661 of 10001
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
tommyrot - Nov 13, 2006 5:47:19 am PST #9662 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Mark your calandars!
Cephalopodmas falls on December 22nd by the human calendar! Get your special squamous someone something fetid!
Also, Cephalopodmas carols:
On the first day of Cephalopodmas,
Cthulhu gave to me
Histioteuthis heteropsis.
Also, there's a war on Cephalopodmas
I have to say, though, that the continuing neglect of this important holiday by the media is another sign of the War on Cephalopodmas. Don't believe me? Walk into your local Wal-Mart, and I promise you that the greeter won't say "Merry Cephalopodmas!" to you. You won't see any civic displays draped with tentacles. The school pageants won't be full of songs about squid. The smell of kelp won't be in the air, nor will you be hearing the mournful, melodious tones of the foghorn. Outrageous, isn't it?
I want everyone this year to give their best Bill O'Reilly glare to anyone you meet who doesn't affirm your personal beliefs with a verbal recognition of the validity of Cephalopodmas. Temper tantrums are good, too. Of course, it should go without saying that you shouldn't have to explain why you're walking around always looking so pissed-off; truth be told, when you have to explain that you're upset because people aren't reciting some ritualized formal greeting at you, you sound a bit like a pinhead. So don't.
Jesse - Nov 13, 2006 5:47:52 am PST #9663 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Did I miss something? Is there any reason anyone would think she does?
The argument the group makes in the email I got is that she's not just a fringe nutjob, she's also a bestselling author.
Amy - Nov 13, 2006 5:48:54 am PST #9664 of 10001
Because books.
And did I mention scared?
Courage, my girl! Remember, it's just an email.
Did he ask questions you could answer? Is he local? Couls you ask him if he's been X place or Y museum, or something you love that could start a conversation?
Also, I don't know who I am to give advice. I married a guy I met at 17. If I had to date now, I'd probably crawl into a cave.
tommyrot - Nov 13, 2006 5:57:33 am PST #9665 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Hmmm... I haven't replied to a online personals ad in a while. Usually I resort to my off-the-wall humor. So if the woman isn't charmed, at least she'll be confused....
Jesse - Nov 13, 2006 5:59:24 am PST #9666 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Oh yeah, brenda, just do it! Send the email! It's no big thing, I swear
sarameg - Nov 13, 2006 6:02:20 am PST #9667 of 10001
I'm wearing a scarf I haven't in over a year and....I must've been wearing perfume last time I wore it. Except, it doesn't smell like any perfume or smelly that I own. It's distracting. It's not as if my scarves have secret lives or something.
Dana - Nov 13, 2006 6:04:12 am PST #9668 of 10001
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."
Maybe you have a secret life.
§ ita § - Nov 13, 2006 6:06:12 am PST #9669 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Brenda, you've got nothing to lose. Go do it. Say anything.
Flea, you've made me want to proof my room for things I don't want seen after my demise. Except I'm boring enough to not have anything like that.
I had strange but not-quite-depressing dreams about stuff that's kept me on tenterhooks for days. Brains are silly.
Cass - Nov 13, 2006 6:07:57 am PST #9670 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
It's not as if my scarves have secret lives or something.Like they'd tell you if they did. It is called a secret life for a reason.