No one's COMMed this yet? From Natter, talking about doctor's appointments:
sarameg:
All the stuff I ever fill out seems to revolve around "what are your vices that are going to kill you dead" and "what killed your relatives dead" and "are you knocked up? Are you sure? ARE YOU REALLY SURE!!?! No kidding!??!" and "how many time you been cut open?"
Ginger:
The really annoying part about the repeated "are you knocked up" questions is that you can check off things like types of birth control, but there's not a check box for "Is there a star in the East?"
Ginger's on a roll:
I am not a religious person, but I'm certainly not offended by Christmas cards. I'll take good wishes in whatever form someone wants to offer them. There are few enough good wishes in the world. If they started to make Christmas cards that said, "Merry Christmas! If you're not a Christian, you're going to spend eternity in the fires of hell," I'd feel differently.
Emily in Bitches:
I'm particularly amused by the "call it a Christmas tree!" business. I must have blocked the part where the baby Jesus sucked on a pine cone and turned it to gold as a parable on nursing.
Zenkitty:
I think I'd prefer he burned down my house after he killed me. Then my mother would never have to know about the porn.
My worlds are colliding in Bitches:
AmyLiz:
Also, it's not easy to write flap copy for a book on female sexual submission at nine o'clock in the morning. That is all.
Teppy:
I could do it.
AmyLiz:
Even with Sesame Street on? I kept wanting to write: B is for Bondage, and F is for Fetish... And the number of the day is three! One, two, three submissives, ah ah ah...
Yours probably would have been better than mine, too.
Teppy:
Absolutely! "This episode was brought to you by the letters S and M...."
Erin in Bitches, because descriptions of heaven deserve preservation:
I have strong coffee, computer hook-up (finally), two highly amusing cats, cigarettes, and live less than a block away from 5 restaurants, a coffee shop and a movie theatre.
Today, I am rich.
Cass in Natter, on how some of our families know us so well ... :
Mom flew back from Chicago today and saw a woman holding a blanket, two pillows and wearing a tiara. She'd like to know which Buffista it was.
Emily:
I'm getting a crush on Alan Turing. Help!
D. Griswold:
Alan Turing is hot. Also, however, gay. And dead.
Cass:
Like any of that can stand in the way of Teh Crush...
