This must be what going mad feels like.

Simon ,'Jaynestown'


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.


Zenkitty - Apr 21, 2007 6:43:12 pm PDT #6200 of 10003
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

I'm still waiting for the best years of my life. High school sure as hell wasn't.


Pix - Apr 21, 2007 6:45:19 pm PDT #6201 of 10003
The status is NOT quo.

What Zenkitty said.

Actually, I hate the whole idea of the "best years" of a life. It implies such a bleak outlook on our lives--that we will have the "best years" and then begin a long, dark slide to death. Feh on that, I say! I intend every year to be the best one. I mean, I know that some years just suck and are anything but the best, but I certainly don't want to spend my life wondering if the "best years" are already behind me. So these are the best years of my life. Perpetually, dammit.


Zenkitty - Apr 21, 2007 6:52:01 pm PDT #6202 of 10003
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

What Kristin said. Every year gets a little better. Well, at least it has since age 32. Maybe I've found the opposite; maybe the worst years of my life have already happened! Barring some horrible medical tragedy; knock on wood; I said "maybe", Fate!


sj - Apr 21, 2007 7:41:30 pm PDT #6203 of 10003
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

We didn't hear back about the apartment tonight. I hate waiting. I'm making TCG call first thing in the morning, because I am also sick of making phone calls about this stuff.

The gig went better than expected. There were quite a few people there that I now know, and almost every one of them complimented my new hair.


libkitty - Apr 21, 2007 7:48:22 pm PDT #6204 of 10003
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs

While I had some good times in high school, overall, it really sucked. While I've had some hard times since, life has generally improved since. With all the raging hormones and uncertainties, knowing not to behave like a kid anymore, but not yet sure of how to behave like an adult, adolescence was really awful, at least for me.

I always feel a little bit jealous but a lot of sympathy for people who say that high school was the best time.


NoiseDesign - Apr 21, 2007 8:12:28 pm PDT #6205 of 10003
Our wings are not tired

Junior High was not a lot of fun but I had a great time in High School and in most of college and in grad school. Actually on the whole I pretty much have had good years. Even when things suck I try to let that only be a short term thing.


erikaj - Apr 21, 2007 8:16:14 pm PDT #6206 of 10003
Always Anti-fascist!

I think I'm still waiting, though I've had my moments.


Pix - Apr 21, 2007 8:23:55 pm PDT #6207 of 10003
The status is NOT quo.

Drew's comment makes me happy. Good match, he is.


DavidS - Apr 21, 2007 9:50:47 pm PDT #6208 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Back from seeing The Stooges with Emmett (his first concert) and my best friend since high school, Alex.

I warned Emmett ahead of time, "It's going to be loud. You'll be able to feel the bass drum in your chest. The bass will be so low it'll hit you the belly and make you feel like you have to take a crap!"

Thirty seconds into the first song, "Dad! I've got to take a poo!"

Appropriately enough the first song was "Loose."

Anyway, we didn't miss but half a song and Emmett was thoroughly impressed with Iggy's maniacal splendour.


beth b - Apr 21, 2007 10:23:17 pm PDT #6209 of 10003
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

Having a house concert has to be the coolest thing. at least one person is astonished - or even awed by the event. Musician makes money and find a new fan base. audience hears amazing music . Neighbors, some of whom have never met, find a new common ground. plus, wine.