And then Almonzo went and got the damn wheat?!?!?!
Dang, Daniel!
Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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.
Trudy Booth - Dec 27, 2006 10:09:51 am PST #7487 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
Laura - Dec 27, 2006 10:12:26 am PST #7488 of 10004
Our wings are not tired.
I gratefully accepted a "brooming off" of my snow-caked ice skates, and took them off.
Hee. I remember being broomed off before being allowed inside. Snow and ice were lovely when I was a kid, but I was over it by late teens. At this point I don't mind visiting it once in a while.
Although in a different part of the country your winter experience sounds much like mine was, Daniel.
Pix - Dec 27, 2006 10:12:50 am PST #7489 of 10004
The status is NOT quo.
Will have to backread Daniel's post--am at the moment completely enthralled by my new PotC LIFE game! It's SO COOL. Screw Halo, we're all going to play this today!
juliana - Dec 27, 2006 10:14:17 am PST #7490 of 10004
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
::tries to wrap poor global-warming-ized brain around "warm enough to skate"::
When it's 30 below (or colder) out, one does not spend more time outside than one has to. One especially does not go on a frozen surface outside and try to pick up speed. One will generally have to be treated for frostbite if one does do that.
Cashmere - Dec 27, 2006 10:15:48 am PST #7491 of 10004
Now tagless for your comfort.
Plus being able to glide around is so damn wonderful.
Man, I LOVE the feeling of skating fast. It feels like flying.
DH doesn't share my love of rolling skating, however. It could be that the first time I took him he was slightly drunk, had to hold the rail for dear life (along witha few seven-year olds at the rink) and threw up in the parking lot afterwards (OK, he may have been A LOT drunk).
This conversation has me stoked. If it weren't for my damned bad back, I'd go skating right now.
amych - Dec 27, 2006 10:15:56 am PST #7492 of 10004
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
When it's 30 below (or colder) out, one does not spend more time outside than one has to.
Oh, I know this, it's just that my childhood memory banks are stocked with "do you think it's ever going to snow??"
askye - Dec 27, 2006 10:17:22 am PST #7493 of 10004
Thrive to spite them
Am I the only one who read about the Goth roller skating and heard:
GOTHS ON SKAAAAAAATES a la Pigs in space?
tommyrot - Dec 27, 2006 10:17:42 am PST #7494 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.
::tries to wrap poor global-warming-ized brain around "warm enough to skate"::
Plus the colder it is, the more friction there is between the skates and the ice.
juliana - Dec 27, 2006 10:18:29 am PST #7495 of 10004
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
it's just that my childhood memory banks are stocked with "do you think it's ever going to snow??"
Heh. Yeah - I never quite had that problem. More like "do you think the snow's ever going to melt??" Though, apparently, they are severely lacking snow for the third year in a row.
Aims - Dec 27, 2006 10:22:58 am PST #7496 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I am going off topic to let all and sundry know that "Rice in a Tube" and all giving of shit to Sean thereof should cease.
Why?
Because Joe and I had dinner at Sean and S' on Christmas Eve and holy fuck, can Sean cook! He made goat cheese and fig quesadillas that were so fucking good, I almost needed new pants.
The homemade salsa's and guacamole were awesome. The mole (yes - that's mole) was amazing (even if there was too much for the saucepan) and, well, it was all just amazing. Ooooh! The shrimp salad served on endive leaves? Well, I pretty much ate the whole plate. Seriously.
Just wanted to let everyone know.
Back to your regularly scheduled skating talk.