I hate the taste of Fernet and have to choke it down, but I love the buzz it gives me.
Ten percent of nothing is -- let me do the math here -- nothing into nothing, carry the --
Jayne ,'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[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.
Pix - Nov 15, 2006 2:00:21 pm PST #1640 of 10004
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Connie Neil - Nov 15, 2006 2:13:57 pm PST #1641 of 10004
brillig
I'll take the foul for some of the illness, as I'm still fairly plague-ridden.
Pix - Nov 15, 2006 2:17:49 pm PST #1642 of 10004
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Since MiracleMan has some unexpected time off work, I hope he's working on that teleporter. If he hurries up and finishes it before tonight, we could all still go to Jilli's party!
Lee - Nov 15, 2006 2:19:42 pm PST #1643 of 10004
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Maybe it was YOUR fault I got sick, because I only started going down on Thursday. It's all your fault!!
Nope. Must be BigLibraryBoss's fault.
Or maybe Amyliz's.
Miracleman - Nov 15, 2006 2:29:18 pm PST #1644 of 10004
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
I'm afraid I have to be heretical and say I think Fleuvog makes ugly shoes.
I'm afraid I'm going to have to be agnostickal and say I think Fleuvog sounds like some German Natural Philosopher's name for "an dis-ease that afflicts the nasal passages and sinufes with an enflammation followed by an sloughing of the sheath, coupled with an imbalance of bodilly humours."
Since MiracleMan has some unexpected time off work, I hope he's working on that teleporter. If he hurries up and finishes it before tonight, we could all still go to Jilli's party!
Bring me precious tritium! In return, I will not only finish the teleporter, but present to you Spider-Man, alive but unconscious, that you may take your vengeance on him for, allegedly, killing your billionaire industrialist father who may, or may not, have been a super-villain.
Connie Neil - Nov 15, 2006 2:30:12 pm PST #1645 of 10004
brillig
Yup, Miracleman's got time on his hands.
Miracleman - Nov 15, 2006 2:36:48 pm PST #1646 of 10004
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Yup, Miracleman's got time on his hands.
You can be as much of a smart-ass as you like, Connie. I will have you know that by Day Three of Gleeful Exile from the Hellish Black Tower of Ennui and Rage I have:
Cleaned the house, top to bottom.
Submitted five (FIVE) writing samples for writing positions at G4 network
Updated the whole resume thing
Begun a new resume solely for post-production work, for submission again at G4.
Dealt with the EDD stuff, including arrangements to have back debt paid.
Arranged already for a number of freelance oddjobs with Sean, Drew and people none of you know.
Done all the laundry.
Mopped every floor surface in the house.
Gotten up every day with Emeline, dressed her, made her breakfast and brewed fresh coffee for my wife, the Empress.
Note, if you will, the first entry and the last three entries. I point them out, why?
Because, I?
Best. Unemployed. Husband. Ever.
Connie Neil - Nov 15, 2006 2:40:15 pm PST #1647 of 10004
brillig
Best. Unemployed. Husband. Ever.
Yeah, but mine can cook. And make armor. And Elizabethan garb.
Pix - Nov 15, 2006 2:40:26 pm PST #1648 of 10004
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Hee. Also? Adorable as Pete.
ETA: Though wait a sec...isn't this whole "caring for the family" thing what got you fired? Man, I can see why they wouldn't want a guy like that around.
Rolling. Eyes. Forever.
Miracleman - Nov 15, 2006 2:44:41 pm PST #1649 of 10004
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Yeah, but mine can cook. And make armor. And Elizabethan garb.
I can cook. And I could make armor...POWERED ARMOR, WITH BOOT-JETS, LASER GUNS AND ABLATIVE SHIELDING...if only y'all would cough up with the, ahem, aformentioned precious tritium!
I cannot, alas, make Elizabethan garb. I buy that shit at Doctor Doom's yard sales.