Gleebo, in the same thread:
If tequila won't fix it, it's really really broken.
Tequila and duct tape are universal fixers of many things.
Never use them together!
Willow: That's a work ethic! Buffy, you're developing a work ethic! Buffy: Do they make an ointment for that?
'Beneath You'
Coffee On My Monitor
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Theodosia - Jan 26, 2003 5:28:26 am PST #2112 of 10000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Nilly - Jan 26, 2003 5:49:14 am PST #2113 of 10000
Swouncing
Theodosia in Natter:
Good Time to you all. I have just discovered that on January 26th, the sun has moved along the horizon just far enough that I can see it come up on the slice of horizon that is visible among the haphazard arrangement of houses and hills visible from the east-facing window at my desk. This is similar to being inside some great Egyptian tomb on the equinoctial dawn, except for it being a little bit less planned, and a lot less hieroglyphed excepting the occasional bit of Somerville graffiti.
Theodosia - Jan 26, 2003 6:01:21 am PST #2114 of 10000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
And from Deena in Bitches, a different kind of porn:
White sauce is lovingly prepared and delicate. White gravy, also called sausage gravy, is home-style, thrown-together-in-the pan: milk, stirred up with flour and drippings like a lady mixing in with slatternly company.
It's very good, and I miss it. Served over biscuits, fluffy, buttermilk, layered, biscuits (mine if I want to work too hard), or my grandmother's drop biscuits (not quite as good, but made with love), covered in white gravy with bits of sausage, served with sliced tomato on the side. Mmmmm.
Visit to my gran-gran (my mother's mom), breakfast always included biscuits and gravy, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, ham slices if she had them, tomatoes slices, sometimes cucumber in a dill dressing, jalepeno jelly, some other fruit jelly or jam, always home-made, hashbrowned potatoes... and then anything else she found that she thought someone might like. When my youngest brother was there, it included pickled eggs. Ick.
Visits to my grandma (dad's mom), breakfast wasn't usually so big it wouldn't all fit on the table, but for lunch, there was always a pot of beans with a hamhock in it on the back of the stove, fried taters (in this case no po-included) with onion, bologna, white bread, butter (I don't get it either), a dozen assorted pickled things, fresh sliced tomatoes and cucumbers my grandpa had grown, some form of squash fried up, also with onions, and then anything else she thought someone might like.
Their tables almost always looked, for sheer foodage, like a holiday.
Cindy - Jan 26, 2003 8:29:51 am PST #2115 of 10000
Nobody
Schmoker in Angel (no spoilers)
Watching S3 now and I don't think Cordy has changed that much. Not inwardly. She just toned down the snarkiness. Maybe she had a bad experience on a message board.
Trudy Booth - Jan 26, 2003 2:20:02 pm PST #2116 of 10000
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
Deena in Bitches again:
When I was pregnant with Nick, I remember late in the pregnancy being SO MAD at him, this alien being overtaking my body who not only took over but KICKED ALL THE TIME! I once jogged all around my office (I was alone) telling him, "So, let's see how you like it, huh? huh?"
Rebecca Lizard - Jan 26, 2003 4:03:40 pm PST #2117 of 10000
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket
Cindy, I think:
Danny Strong's eyes are possibly, literally to die for - either to have, or look into.
RobertH:
What do you think has been motivating the Bringers all this time?
"C'mon, organ donor card, organ donor card ... dammit!"
edited for white font-PMM
Trudy Booth - Jan 26, 2003 4:18:33 pm PST #2118 of 10000
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
Nilly in Natter:
I was just about to post something about how in Sunday mornings (in my timezone) the board is mine, all mine (my precious), and then flea posted and now I can't be a special-effects awake-alone nearly-hairless and too-thin (and overly-hyphenated) creature.
Which may not be such a bad thing, now that I write it out loud.
Trudy Booth - Jan 26, 2003 4:43:16 pm PST #2119 of 10000
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
Theodosia: I've been reconciling my bank account, so I'm feeling all kinds of virtuous.
Nilli: See, this is why ignorance can sometimes be a good thing - I will insist on thinking that Theo is settling the differences between herself and her bank account, by pleasantly talking to it and making it realize its wrong ways. And no amount of dictionary-ing will convince me otherwise.
DavidS - Jan 26, 2003 6:47:37 pm PST #2120 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Jesus, Trudy! You even misspelled Nilly's name!
Aimee: Reason # 765 why men (okay, my DH) shouldn't grocery shop: $8.67 for a package of ground beef. WTF?
Penny: It was a magic cow! Aimee: He'd better plant it and start fucking climbing.
DavidS - Jan 26, 2003 6:48:55 pm PST #2121 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Nutty: my best friend in college and I exchanged these words once:
Nutty: So, we both wear a size 10 jeans, right?
She: Yes.
Nutty: So, you wear a size 6 top and I wear a 12.
She: Yes.
Nutty: But we both weigh 140! Do you just have a really big head?
She: No, you loser! I have an ass. It fits right here [cue a startling grab] where you have bones and loosecloth.
Nutty: Okay, because I was worried my head was too small.