Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.

Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'


Natter 52: Playing with a full deck?  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.

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JenP - Jul 25, 2007 4:26:40 am PDT #9993 of 10001

"Die, thread, die." x-post.

Well, I guess that's to be expected...


Fred Pete - Jul 25, 2007 4:26:40 am PDT #9994 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.

Another Tuesday night, another session of bloodwork for Teddy.

Preliminary results -- creatinine steady but still high. Red blood cells way up, but still mildly anemic.

Vet thought Teddy's coat looked better but is still worried that he isn't gaining weight. We may try acupuncture (!) to deal with Teddy's constipation.

He did fight spiritedly against the vet and the tech. At least as spiritedly as he could while being held down by two people who knew what they were doing. Also, it's getting more of an adventure to give Teddy his meds every night.

See you next thread!


JenP - Jul 25, 2007 4:27:26 am PDT #9995 of 10001

Are we done?


Aims - Jul 25, 2007 4:27:28 am PDT #9996 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Nines, maybe?


Aims - Jul 25, 2007 4:27:39 am PDT #9997 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Please, nines?


JenP - Jul 25, 2007 4:27:42 am PDT #9998 of 10001

Aw, come on, people!


Aims - Jul 25, 2007 4:27:56 am PDT #9999 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

NINES!


JenP - Jul 25, 2007 4:28:01 am PDT #10000 of 10001

Did Aimee get her nines?

Yes! And I finally got a 10,000.

Wheeee!!!!!

'Bye, 52.


§ ita § - Jul 25, 2007 8:01:18 am PDT #10001 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

The shenanigans continue...

"Natter 53: We could just avoid making tortured puns"


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