Buffy: So how'd she get away with the bad mojo stuff? Anya: Giles sold it to her. Giles: Well, I didn't know it was her. I mean, how could I? If it's any consolation, I may have overcharged her.

'Sleeper'


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.


juliana - Feb 26, 2007 6:42:44 am PST #7416 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

"dom bonnet" - I am in love with this phrase.


Steph L. - Feb 26, 2007 6:44:01 am PST #7417 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

Asshats. My response would be - 2 choices rudedude: I do it my way or you do it your way. Yay Boy!

I suspect that my response is going to be "Clearly my input isn't helpful, so I'll bow out and let you do it all your damn self. Ta!"


Aims - Feb 26, 2007 6:44:33 am PST #7418 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

SO AM I. Makes me titter with glee.


Tom Scola - Feb 26, 2007 6:48:25 am PST #7419 of 10001
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.

So, I arrive in SF Thursday Apr. 19 at 3:20 pm and y'all have me until Sunday April 22 at 10:15 am.

Darn.


SuziQ - Feb 26, 2007 6:48:40 am PST #7420 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

juliana - insent.

Steph - he sounds like he sucks more than Lee.


Daisy Jane - Feb 26, 2007 6:50:37 am PST #7421 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Darn.

I know. I wanted to push it up a week, but work issues wouldn't let me.


JZ - Feb 26, 2007 6:57:04 am PST #7422 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

Group President said to The Boy, "Yeah, but -- what do YOU know about marketing? I mean, look at the way you dress!"

Seriously. What the fucking fuck? Not that every single thing he said isn't making me want to ass him in the ear, but this is possibly the @@est of all.

Clearly he has a burning urge to be a committee of one. You should stop standing in his way and give him what he wants.


Vortex - Feb 26, 2007 6:59:17 am PST #7423 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

The Boy reiterated that he thinks a clean, simple design is effective, and Group President said to The Boy, "Yeah, but -- what do YOU know about marketing? I mean, look at the way you dress!"

Are you fucking kidding me? Jesus, he’s lucky that nobody just bitchslapped him right then and there.

I've lasted the longest, because I am apparently a glutton for punishment.

wait, I thought that you . . oh, right.

Steph, resign. send a politely worded email that says that the communication issues and lack of respect for your professional expertise have reached a level where you feel that you cannot be an effective member of the team and you wish them luck in finding a replacement for you.


tommyrot - Feb 26, 2007 7:01:40 am PST #7424 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Steph, resign. send a politely worded email that says that the communication issues and lack of respect for your professional expertise have reached a level where you feel that you cannot be an effective member of the team and you wish them luck in finding a replacement for you.

ITA. Your relationship with the group president is already so poisoned that even if you resolve this issue there will be more stress and trouble in the future.


§ ita § - Feb 26, 2007 7:02:00 am PST #7425 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I'm with the quitting crowd, Steph. It's pretty clear you can't change his mind or teach (even inform) him of anything.

But you can make sure everyone else gets a clear headsup, and one for the record. Fuck code. Be civil, be clear, and flip your hair in his direction on your way out of Committee-land.