On con call with blowhard. I hate when people explain every detail like you couldn't possibly have a clue what they are talking about. Especially when you were the one who first wrote up the detail. Ass.
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
You're on a conference call with President Bush?
~ma to d's and GCGF's parents. Universe, I know you've got a lot going on and it's hard to keep track of the details, but please take it a little easier on the Buffista parents, please?
Dammit.
These Reeboks. Totally sugar, or nostalgia gone wrong?
Apologies to anyone who just wants to eat them up, but they kind of make me want to cry.
Those Reeboks ... totally sugar.
Those are wrong. Really wrong. The laces are just overboard.
Actually I saw some in the mall a couple of weeks ago in all kinds of bright 80s colors and I recoiled. Seriously. Women are already wearing leggings, if women start wearing those shoes then it's just a slow descent into jelly bracelets, big hair, huge shoulder pads, and electric blue mascara.
I would have killed for them. In 1987.
~ma to you and yours Gloomcookie.
Have you been playing "spot that actor" ND? I know Ft13th,3 has Crispin Glover, and Kevin Bacon was in the original (and of course, Johnny Depp was in the original Nightmare on Elm Street, and gets memorably eaten by a bed). I always wondered if anybody else turned up who went on to be famous (or in Glover's case, infamous).
Corey Feldman is in The Final Chapter.