Zoe: Preacher, don't the Bible have some pretty specific things to say about killing? Book: Quite specific. It is, however, somewhat fuzzier on the subject of kneecaps.

'War Stories'


Spike's Bitches 36: Did I Sully Our Good Name?  

[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.


ChiKat - Jun 12, 2007 11:40:51 am PDT #2307 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

The Baby Alter wait-a-thon is so exciting. I just skipped and skimmed a gajillion posts. I feel like that's all I do here, these days.

I would say that I am Cindy, but since I've never even seen a picture of her, I can't with all confidence say that.

So, you know that great drama position I interviewed for? I don't think I got it. I haven't heard anything, so I suspect not.

On the good side, I have TWO interviews tomorrow for full-time drama positions. That makes me happy. Now someone just needs to hire me, dammit.


Toddson - Jun 12, 2007 11:46:29 am PDT #2308 of 10001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

oh goodness, I meant to say, labor~ma for Jessica. Job~ma all around!

And, ambling about the internet, I found this little gem. Some nice pictures (Aimee, scroll down a bit).


meara - Jun 12, 2007 12:00:59 pm PDT #2309 of 10001

Interview-ma to ChiKat!!

remind me how difficult it is to navigate the "you make bushels of money and I don't" waters when choosing hotels and activities.

Ugh--that's such a pain, I've been on both sides (OK, "bushels" is exaggerating, but some friends work at nonprofits!). But partly I think all you can do is remind someone, because otherwise they might not even be thinking about whether you meant "let's grab a $7 burrito" or "let's go get dinner at a place that's NICE". The problem comes when people are like "Oh, this place isn't that expensive" and then you get there and OK, one entree is $12, but the good ones are more, and then everyone wants appetizers or dessert or drinks and with tax and tip suddenly...


Laura - Jun 12, 2007 12:08:32 pm PDT #2310 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Another baby update:

Ok - two women have delivered, so they are hoping to have a room for us within the hour.

And I am leaving the office, so I am off watch now until I get home.


Volans - Jun 12, 2007 12:33:44 pm PDT #2311 of 10001
move out and draw fire

Poor thing, there 6 hours and no room

No kidding! Are there laboring women stacked up in the halls?


hippocampus - Jun 12, 2007 12:39:35 pm PDT #2312 of 10001
not your mom's socks.

more to the point, what holiday was 40 weeks ago?

::grins::

eta: come on - Iris was born November 15... we started out as one of 8 families on the ward... by the 19th, there were 40.

t /threadkill


vw bug - Jun 12, 2007 1:20:02 pm PDT #2313 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Ok, Sparky, that student is stupid.

Um. I think that's all.

Oh, wait! Thanks for all the congrats!


sj - Jun 12, 2007 2:11:07 pm PDT #2314 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

We just finished cleaning out the old apartment and we're done except for the unpacking, which I'm ignoring right now. Tonight we have leftover Chinese food and a bottle of prosecco for dinner.


Amy - Jun 12, 2007 2:20:36 pm PDT #2315 of 10001
Because books.

I was very skimmy, because, like Cindy, the Baby!Alter news made me giddy. Yay for imminent sprog!

I have no idea what I just skimmed. Cold meds are serious stuff.


Daisy Jane - Jun 12, 2007 2:24:06 pm PDT #2316 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

If y'all are tired of the saga of L, totally skip this.

So. Jackass is being waaaay over the top melodramatic now. Sending the texts from last night ("I just need to rip my soul out and see what's there.") and whiney emails today. One such message went something like, "I just feel so alone and like I have nobody to talk to."

So, L called bullshit. She downloaded the phone calls to the house, found a repeating number for all the times she was gone. I used google fu, and apparently while he's been "soo alone [he] feel[s] like blowing [his] brains out, he has not been feeling so awful as to not find time to talk to a 28 year old administrative assistant who lives down the street from the bar he manages and apparently likes to talk on the phone at all hours of the night.

It's like a puzzle. A puzzle with a bitch-slap at the end.