So, now that I have that figured out....Laura, may I use your rainbow/palm tree picture for an icon?
Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History
[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.
Teppy, are you at work today? Did you get my e-mail from a couple of days ago?
I am tired.
I take the train from downtown up to Universal City station. To get from the Basin to the Valley the train goes through a tunnel in a mountain.
Last night, for unspecified reasons, the MTA people decided my train's last stop was Hollywood/Highland, i.e. STILL IN THE BASIN. (Allegedly there was a fire at the Universal City station).
Couple hundred people unceremoniously dumped from the train and told to take a bus home.
Couple hundred people at nearest bus stop.
Bus pulls up and EVERYONE crowds it. Near riot. There was an MTA employee brandishing her little plastic ID badge and screaming at people "Get back or she will not open the doors!"
Natch, nobody listened. Five minutes later the bus just...left. Never opened its doors (not that I blamed the driver).
Upshot: I walked home. Over the mountain.
I am still tired.
Teppy, are you at work today? Did you get my e-mail from a couple of days ago?
I'm not at work -- we're off for Good Friday.
And yes, I got your e-mail, and I totally spaced and forgot to reply. Bad Teppy. (Plus, well, I haven't exactly been feeling healthy for the past few days, not that that's an excuse.) Let me go find the e-mail and I'll reply ASAP.
Darn, I was hoping something would arrive for you at work today. I know you've been sick, and I'm sorry if I am being pushy.
You know what's fun?
Seeing someone's eyes widen when you tell her there are donuts in the kitchen.
This is even better if you brought the donuts.
Oh, you aren't being pushy! I just totally spaced. And if something shows up at work, well, it'll still be there Monday. (And that gives me some motivation to get out of bed Monday morning....)
Upshot: I walked home. Over the mountain.
JOE! You idiot. Did you have your cell phone? Or a quarter???? I would have given you a ride home, dumbass.
Did you have your cell phone? Or a quarter????
Or a root?
none of his girls, although they attend church and Sunday school, could tell him what Easter is about. Doing a play seems like a great way to learn
Early indoctrination in Jesus Christ, Superstar took care of that for me, even though the whole "resurrection" part of the holiday is only implied in the film. (BTW, the final shot of the cross silhouetted against the setting sun was thought to be just that, and it wasn't until they were looking at the dailies that they saw a local shepherd guiding his flock through the foreground, which made the shot an awesome reflection on the Resurrection.)