Mine too! I mean, really; she shouldn't even know who Manson is!
But? There's always a but. When this is over, can we have a big 'but' moratorium?
Fred ,'Smile Time'
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.
vw bug - Jan 10, 2007 12:00:48 pm PST #204 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Sparky1 - Jan 10, 2007 12:07:10 pm PST #205 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
The age difference does make it seem icky.
Andi, I'm sorry about your Prom date. Mine reports that he lives with his wife and dog not far from where we grew up, and he seems to have retained the all-around-good-guy thing he had going for him in high school.
sj - Jan 10, 2007 12:18:53 pm PST #206 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
My prom date's wife works at the same school as my stepfather. It's easy to keep track of people in my hometown because no one ever seems to leave.
Hil R. - Jan 10, 2007 12:20:04 pm PST #207 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
The age difference there is creepy.
Huh. Not only did I fix the TV, but my fix noticably improved the picture quality.
Question: connecting with a coaxial cable directly from the cable box to the TV didn't work. (It used to work, but then last week, for no apparent reason, it stopped working.) Just got a flat grey screen. Just an S-video cable didn't work either. Just got static. However, connecting with both the coaxial and the S-video works. Anybody have any idea why?
-t - Jan 10, 2007 12:26:59 pm PST #208 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
That's a mystery to me to me, Hil. Maybe each is sending half a signal somehow? Inductance? [eta: "Inductance" was always a good guess for why something weird happened in E&M, so I'll throw it out there now]
I don't remember my Prom date's name. It was a set-up, and we didn't go out again or anything.
DavidS - Jan 10, 2007 12:35:14 pm PST #209 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
My prom date was Kim Bridgham. I should've asked Susie Henderson, but I didn't. I asked Kim.
Laga - Jan 10, 2007 12:36:13 pm PST #210 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
I didn't go to prom because my boyfriend at the time refused to wear a zoot suit and I refused to arrive by being lowered out of a helicopter.
Atropa - Jan 10, 2007 12:36:50 pm PST #211 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
The age difference is a bit creepy, yeah. Not to mention Dita is much prettier.
I didn't go to my Prom. I ended up going to Prom the year after I graduated because my friend's girlfriend broke up with him the day of Prom.
Topic!Cindy - Jan 10, 2007 12:40:11 pm PST #212 of 10001
What is even happening?
Evan Rachel Wood was like...seven, when Marilyn Manson put out (one of) his first album(s).
I think.
I know he had an album in '94. I tried to check his discography at his official website, but demons tried to suck my soul out as soon as the page loaded, so I shut my browser window.
What? They totally did.
P.M. Marc - Jan 10, 2007 12:40:15 pm PST #213 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
I had no prom date. Junior year, my then-boyfriend (who recently bought a fabulous craftsman bungalow in Oakland) was working/didn't want to go, and senior year, I was single (I had a dress, just in case, from the year before) and just went and hung out and watched TV with my previous year's history teacher, so I could see what my friends were wearing as they dropped by on their way.
You know, honestly, it totally didn't feel as lame as it sounds typing it up. Even taking into account that I spent two months trying to get someone to go with me.
I'm feeling retroactively pathetic.