I nattered about a scarily non-technical tech writer who could be working for the government soon, and
billytea
sent espresso di roma flying all over my keyboard with:
She certainly represents zero risk of cyber-terrorism. Although some of her effects may at first glance appear indistinguishable.
Expectant
Cashmere's
Halloween costume, from
Bitches...
I've also chosen my Halloween costume: I'm covering some sweats with punch cards and going as a Pregnant Chad.
Nicole
in Natter, on her dog actually having a cow:
A friend brought over a toy for my dog Bailey today. Cute little small stuffed cow. He sniffed it a few times and then went back to begging for head pats from friend.
He had been ignoring since she left but just now got all playful for some reason. Picking up the cow and throwing it up in the air and such. I threw it down the hallway for him and he retrieved it, holding it in his mouth around the middle.
He was about a foot from me when he squeezed the toy a little harder with his monster jaws and the toy made a mooing noise. "MOOOOO."
My big tough 100 lb. rottweiler/german shephard mix spit the cow out of his mouth, turned tail and ran to my bedroom making high pitched whining noises like a puppy.
Yup. He's tough.
He's still in there. Standing on my bed and barking.
Because both of the Smay men are totally brilliant:
Emmett: When I grow up, if I get to be the President, I'm gonna make a rule: No Stupid Voters!
ED: From your mouth to God's ears, buddy.
More CA election commentary, in Natter.
Raquel: I can't think of any other elected official whose bare ass I've seen on the big screen.
Cindy goes all Rain Man in Quotable Buffy:
ah brain going splodey. Can't choose. can't choose. can'T pRoperlEE capitaliZE eithER
More Cindy, this time in Buffista Fic, go check the context yourself because I am a lazy cow:
You know what's sad? Some sixth grader is googling for information on orphans in Romania, and being introduced to the mechanics of dumpster sex.