Well, lady, I must say-- You're my kinda stupid.

Mal ,'Heart Of Gold'


Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Cass - Jan 18, 2007 11:58:14 am PST #1593 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

I've got a few more eps. I am just twitchy and I don't know if I can really enjoy Sports Night right now. Or anything.

Pretty sure Upstart Crow will survive forever. It better. It's been a touchstone of mine since well before I even lived in San Diego.

It's 39 degrees out. That seems like the roads should be un-icy for a bit. I'm going to make a firelog run and see if that helps. That way I can get out, do something, and be happier once I am frozed back in later on tonight.


Lee - Jan 18, 2007 12:02:44 pm PST #1594 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I am just twitchy and I don't know if I can really enjoy Sports Night right now. Or anything.

I hate that feeling. Hope it passes soon.

Good luck outside.


sj - Jan 18, 2007 12:06:24 pm PST #1595 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

{{{Cass}}} Sorry about the twitchy. I hope it passes quickly.


Topic!Cindy - Jan 18, 2007 12:36:59 pm PST #1596 of 10001
What is even happening?

Ah Cass, I'm sorry you're feeling twitchy.

Lee, was it you who had a tag something like "Let your freak flag fly"? If so, where was that from?

On the way home from school, the kids and I had a discussion which ended in me saying, "Look, I appreciate all three of you fly your freak flags high, but that's not normal, either."

Then I started wondering about the story/context behind the tag.


Lee - Jan 18, 2007 12:41:10 pm PST #1597 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I don't remember, Cindy. Sorry about that.


Laga - Jan 18, 2007 12:42:48 pm PST #1598 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

From If Six Was Nine by Jimi Hendrix

White collar conservative flashin' down the street Pointin' their plastic finger at me, ha ! They're hopin' soon my kind will drop and die but uh I'm gonna wave my freak flag high, high !


JohnSweden - Jan 18, 2007 1:09:15 pm PST #1599 of 10001
I can't even.

On the way home from school, the kids and I had a discussion which ended in me saying, "Look, I appreciate all three of you fly your freak flags high, but that's not normal, either."

Your kids are stoners, Cindy? And I thought Canadians were "Bad-L" liberal ...


Cass - Jan 18, 2007 1:39:08 pm PST #1600 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Wow. Turns out I loathe people today. At least stupid people, and lots of people are stupid. But I got out, got firelogs and even hauled one fifty pound box of them upstairs while leaving two in my trunk. And getting out was good even if I was annoyed at bad drivers, stupid walkers and basically everyone.

Still? I have firelogs, got out and am feeling a tiny bit better. And? Fire will be pretty.

In shiny news, my favorite sculpture - [link]


libkitty - Jan 18, 2007 2:19:04 pm PST #1601 of 10001
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs

Glad for the improvement, Cass. NSM for the stupid people.

I'm kinda starting to wish I had a fireplace.


Scrappy - Jan 18, 2007 2:29:41 pm PST #1602 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

We had a (gas) fireplace in our last place. Heaven.

Our little guest house, while cozy, is not the warmest place on earth. My normal evening loungewear these days is flannel pajamas with one of Jason's old sweatshirts (which has a picture of Eugene O'Neill and is HUGE on me) over them, plus fluffy socks and a down throw over my lap. Yeah, I'm a big ole vixen.