Lorne: Take care of yourself and ah, make sure fluffy is getting enough love. Gunn: Did he have anything? Fred: No. And who's fluffy? Are you fluffy? Gunn: He called me fluffy? Fred: He said make sure…wait. You don't think he was referring to anything of mine that's fluffy, do you? Because that would just be inappropriate.

'Conviction (1)'


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.


DCJensen - Jan 09, 2007 7:40:46 am PST #9885 of 10004
All is well that ends in pizza.

Just saw a picture of a bear in a zoo getting a "Birthday cake" made out of fruit and chocolate. There were slices of watermelon, avacado, melon, chocolate twists for candles, and in the center of the cake was...a chocolate bear.

I mentioned this to Andi and she agreed this was odd. I then said, "it isn't like we put edible people on top of our cakes. We have wedding cakes, but--oh no. Now I have an idea. I didn't want this idea, but now I have it. "

She looked at me and grinned.

I continued, "Wouldn't people look at us strange if we did have edible figures on the cake?"

She jumped right in, "We could take molds. Then use sugar free chocolate..."

I love this woman.


Steph L. - Jan 09, 2007 7:43:22 am PST #9886 of 10004
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

Yay amych!!!

I second the recommendation of New Balance shoes for walking. The store where I got my shoes a couple of weeks ago -- where the employees watch how you walk, and examine the pattern of wear on your old shoes, and carefully measure your feet -- ended up recommending New Balance *running* shoes to me, even though I told them I would be walking (*fast* walking, but walking nevertheless).

The shoes, as I believe I mentioned, feel like heaven.

FTR, my feet are wide as hell, I have high-ish arches, and I'm on the upper end of overweight. New Balance shoes have always done me right.


beekaytee - Jan 09, 2007 7:45:30 am PST #9887 of 10004
Compassionately intolerant

my feet are wide as hell, I have high-ish arches, and I'm on the upper end of overweight.

Steph, that sounds like the perfect solution for me. Do you know the model name of your shoe?


Aims - Jan 09, 2007 7:46:07 am PST #9888 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Thirding the New Balance rec.

They are, as Steph says, heaven on your feet.


esse - Jan 09, 2007 7:46:18 am PST #9889 of 10004
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!

Yay amych! That's really awesome.

Finally got an appointment thing with a recruiter today. Apparently they need medical secretaries. Woo. Still no apartment, which is bad, as apparently everything else in the world depends on a residence, and a residence depends on money. Who set up this wanky system?


SailAweigh - Jan 09, 2007 7:48:14 am PST #9890 of 10004
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

I haven't worn New Balance in forever. I started having a problem with them slipping off my heel, so I switched. First to Nike and then to Ryka. I'm not happy with my latest pair, I might have to go try New Balance, again, with so many recommendations.


§ ita § - Jan 09, 2007 7:51:45 am PST #9891 of 10004
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

The reason I have New Balance running shoes is because I don't know what to look for in non-krav exercise shoes. I went to the New Balance store, and the guy watched me walk, quizzed me about what I needed them for, and pulled out a pair of shoes to try. Felt good, work fine.


Jessica - Jan 09, 2007 7:52:40 am PST #9892 of 10004
If I want to become a cloud of bats, does each bat need a separate vaccination?

I had a pair of New Balance walking shoes I loved, until my parents' bunnies ate them one weekend when I went home. (Seriously, I left them in the den overnight and when I came down in the morning they were full of holes. Apparently they were delicious.)

Er, which is not particularly relevant to this conversation, except to say Do Not Leave Your Shoes Overnight In A Room With Bunnies.


Nicole - Jan 09, 2007 7:55:55 am PST #9893 of 10004
I'm getting the pig!

Yay amych!!

Vortex, if it makes you feel any better, they probably would've fucked you whether you were nice or not. You'd have known sooner, though. Anyway, I'm sorry you got fucked.

ETA: I'm sorry you got fucked in that way.


beekaytee - Jan 09, 2007 7:58:06 am PST #9894 of 10004
Compassionately intolerant

I love me some bunny pictures, but irl, the buns I've known have proven themselves worthy of the 'rodent' classification and to have Godzilla like appetites.

When I did Carnival at the Stockton Community Theatre, we had a python and a nasty alley cat in the cast...the wee rabbit nearly died of fright, so I took to spiriting him to my house at night. He'd jump up and lick me on the face...very sweet. One day, I let him roam around my room...little bastage ate an antique book, my high school graduation tassle and about a foot square of the quilt on my bed. In about 10 minutes.

gawd. See? Being nice can bite, literally.