Kat Perez, in Natter:
Teehee, Trudy! The weather has been very like Rio lately.
Trudy Booth:
DOES THE WEATHER SPEAK IN ASSCAPS?
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Kat Perez, in Natter:
Teehee, Trudy! The weather has been very like Rio lately.
Trudy Booth:
DOES THE WEATHER SPEAK IN ASSCAPS?
Daniel C. Jensen: It appears my bat stalking skills once again happen so late at night no one is here to applaud my manliness.
from Buffistechnology
Gandalfe
I think it probably still has the info from his installation saved in the registry. Those can be a bitch to take out.
UTTAD
You can download for free something called RegCleaner. You can safely remove stuff from your registry. And when I say safely I mean pray to your own personal God, close your eyes and click delete.
Jon B: Funny thing about losing your glasses -- It's impossible to look for them because you can't see!
Deborah Grabien: I hate formatting in Word. It's the most user-hostile invisible option piece of doggie poop writing tool ever created.
DX Machina: Word...
Beverly: With both my pregnancies I'd had a stomach virus two days before I delivered, and when I went into labor I just assumed it was more g.i. cramps. Even the second time, when you'd have thought I'd know better. Of course the cramps eventually got more severe and regular, so that was a clue.
Hey, I'm catching up...
Allyson: Sensei got horribly drunk and around 11pm grabbed the mike and started making up his own words to Piano Man. He was Sensei Man. "Oh give me a front kick (does front kick) I'm the Sensei Man..."
DX Machina: Not exactly Mr. Miyagi, is he?
In Natter:
Nilly: Oh, Wednesday is kind of the Hebrew-calendar 'valentine's day'. Well, of course, there's no 'valentine', because that's a Christian saint, IIRC, but way before there was Christianity it was a 'love' day, with girls going to the vines to dance in white (borrowed) clothes, for boys to look at, and even before that there were some 'darker' roots to that custom.
Susan W. - Nilly, is that the one where one of the tribes somehow lost their young women, and were given permission to go kidnap some neighbor girls from a dance? Or am I wildly conflating obscure Bible stories with the plot of Seven Brides for Seven Brothers?
And Susan is on a roll:
When I was old enough to be expected to sit quietly in church but too young to follow sermons well, I used to read those parts of the Bible that most interested me: the cleanliness laws in Leviticus, especially the ones about women bleeding and men "having emissions" (I think that's how the Living Bible put it), the Song of Solomon, and all the apocalyptic bits from Daniel and Revelation. Perhaps it's not that surprising that I'm a Buffista.
In Angel, in May:
Gleebo: Days have names to them now? Huh. I just referred to them as the ones that followed the other one. Or as Buffy day, or Angel day. If they aren't one of the following they are drinking day.
P.M. Marcontell:
Isn't it odd?
I hear there are things called Weekends, where people with jobs live like me for two days before going back to hell, like Persephone, only scattered throughout the year.