Thanks to the sound beating I took playing against Pete, I'm giving serious thought to acquiring a XBox Live membership of my own. Yay!
You're like my fairy godmother, and Santa Claus, and Q all wrapped up into one! Q from Bond, not Star Trek.
Buffy ,'Help'
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.
SonusExMachina - Nov 25, 2006 4:51:59 pm PST #3173 of 10004
BOOK: "River..? Please, why don't you come
on out..." RIVER: "No. Can't. Too much hair." - 'Jaynestown'
tommyrot - Nov 25, 2006 5:10:39 pm PST #3174 of 10004
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Inevitably, their journeys through space would, after a few weeks to a month, end in fiery, lego jettisoning death. Then it'd be time to make a new spacecraft.
Huh. My Lego spaceships tended to last an hour or two, as I'd quickly build another so they could battle. And sometimes I'd build whole armadas of little Vipers and Cylon fighters, which would fight in hours-long campaigns.
Hil R. - Nov 25, 2006 5:24:18 pm PST #3175 of 10004
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Thanksgiving dinner here was fairly traditional, with a bunch of odd compromise things: hors d'oeuvres of cheese and crackers and a few little frozen quiche things, cranberry bellinis, squash soup, turkey, stuffing (some cooked inside the bird, some vegetarian), mashed potatoes, meat and vegetarian gravies, sweet potato souffle, stuffed squash (with cornbread chestnut stuffing), and haricots verts with almonds. Dessert was pumpkin pie, apple pie, ice cream, and cupcakes.
Tonight, my parents and sister took me out for my birthday dinner. We went to Candle 79, an upscale vegetarian restaurant in the city. It was SOOOO good. Even my father, who I have never seen order anything other than roast chicken at a restaurant, said that it was good. We got a bunch of appetizers, I had rosemary-pepper grilled seitan for an entree (my sister and mother both got an almond-crusted seitan, which I liked better), and this really good Mexican chocolate cake for dessert. The sauce had a bit of ancho chile in it, and it was served with a scoop of cinnamon ice cream (the best non-dairy ice cream I've ever had.)
Cass - Nov 25, 2006 5:33:54 pm PST #3176 of 10004
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Happy Birthday, Julia!
If you are still up? Put down the sugary birthday treats and go to bed! Alternately, eat more sugar, get your own log in and amuse us. Either.
Spent the day at the Museum of Art looking at the "We wants to be immortal" stuff in the special Egyptian exhibit. Then dinner with the boys and now flopsing in front of the fire with wine and laptops.
And now some college guy is supposed to come by and buy my extra desk. Whoot! Mom is happy that she'll be here when a strange guy comes knocking. I suspect she either hasn't seen enough porn, or too much. Ah well. Frankly having enough room in my office to really use it will be thanks enough. Bwom chica bwwwwwoooooom, no matter.
Nicole - Nov 25, 2006 5:44:51 pm PST #3177 of 10004
I'm getting the pig!
Yay for getting rid of the extra desk, Cass!
Did you take your mom by the candy store?
Happy Birthday, Julia!
This.
If you are still up? Put down the sugary birthday treats and go to bed! Alternately, eat more sugar, get your own log in and amuse us. Either.
And this, as well.
Cass - Nov 25, 2006 5:56:36 pm PST #3178 of 10004
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
We were going to stop by there but the uncles spent way more time hanging out with us than I had expected. Which? Yay uncles. And now I feel the need for candy tomorrow.
You know, Jason the desk dude didn't mention when he was coming by and hasn't written back. I am just assuming that he's on his way and since we're not doing much, might as well just wait and see.
Mom is talking to the other uncle (of the twins) and they are just sharing *everything*. It's odd to me because I am just nowhere near that close to my sibs. I assume because mine are step maybe? But, wow, just odd.
§ ita § - Nov 25, 2006 6:07:57 pm PST #3179 of 10004
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
The advantage of me sharing with my sister is that I do not feel embarassed in front of her. Not because we're all buddywuddy or anything. I don't know--it's because I don't need her approval? Even a wee bit?
Now I've gone and confused myself.
Cass - Nov 25, 2006 6:41:00 pm PST #3180 of 10004
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
The advantage of me sharing with my sister is that I do not feel embarassed in front of her. Not because we're all buddywuddy or anything. I don't know--it's because I don't need her approval? Even a wee bit?I think it is this. Combined with an interest in exactly what we all had for dinner. And the two uncles are twins, both gay with partners that we really adore, so the twins thing and the mom is older than her brothers / maternally thing might come into play as well.
For me? I just really don't care enough about my siblings to want that level of detail.
I have one less desk! Go me! And the kid is a nice journalism student who wants to go to Columbia and so I am thrilled that my desk will have a nice new home.
Okay, I care more about my furniture's lives than my sibling's lives. Huh.
Trudy Booth - Nov 25, 2006 7:07:43 pm PST #3181 of 10004
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Your furniture gives you less grief.
Raq, so sorry for the awful news.
Cass - Nov 25, 2006 7:32:05 pm PST #3182 of 10004
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
You know, that is true.
For all of the battered, bruised and occasionally bloody times we've had, the furniture is still a far healthier relationship than the ones I have with the sibs...