Arachnophobia, in Bitches, part 2 -
brenda m:
Huh. I don't mind spiders at all. I'm not fond of beetles or centipedes but I just stomp them and it's all good. Spiders I ususally leave alone.
DavidS:
Go Brenda, with the sanity! Woo hoo!
not afraid to go to Brenda's kitchen, no sir.
brenda m:
I'm sure I've got a crazy phobia buried somewhere, but as yet it hasn't jumped out at me from a dark corner, and so I live in ignorance.
DavidS:
Is this what's it come to? You have to apologize for your mental health?
Talking about Clive Owen and his several prominent roles in Movies, when the strand of conversation starts to get sidetracked into an alternate, more fascinating universe.
DavidS:
Kate, Clive is the last of the assassins sent to kill Matt Damon
Jim:
I was skimming, and thought I'd missed a whole, rather more exciting, plot strand in Gosford Park (Which was OK, if only for Kristen Scott-Thomas's ferocious farewell to icy posh bitch roles)
Leigh brings the snark in UnAmerican:
Add that to my sudden disinterest in Spike, who somehow manages to be even more pathetic than Angel at the whole, "I've killed... well, who can remember exact numbers, but what's important is that your strangely non-expressed love gives me the strength I need to refrain from having bad hair" schtick...
[please someone edit if this is spoilery--I'm pretty sure it's not, but I slutted spectacularly for downloaded Buffy eps at Min's place and can no longer recall exactly where the Australians are]
Aww, I just blushed bright red and frightened my cat.Squee, I got COMMed, squeeee! Ahem.
And yes, Spike's pathetic-ness has been fully aired down here in Oz, much to our...um, rather *my* chagrin. Sadly everyone else in Australia has resisted my generous offer of opinion-regulating mind-control. Some people just don't want to be helped.
Madrigal in Angel:
if GT asks you to take off your pants so she can eat you, you don't question whether or not she's being literal.
Madrigal in Natter, context be damned:
Yeah, well at least belts don't have the ability to get stuck in awkward places and then be really painful to have to yank off. I think that's why the strap-on has always been a much better seller than the tape-on.
Aimee, having a Popeye moment in Natter:
We will gladly appreciate you Tuesday, for the shit you put up with today.