Alternatively, you could go to the aquarium and steal a bucket from a walrus. But that would make him sad.
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.
More black smoke from the movie set...and a camera-copter overhead.
Man, my appointments this evening aren't going to be too distracted.
The DP, who looks kind of familiar, is up on the roof of the building across the street.
My neighbor wondered what is going to happen to the thousands and thousands of dollars worth of beautiful tulips that were just removed from the set for the post-explosion scenes. Seems like a right place, at the right time, opportunity, but I must work!
Did someone take away Juliana's bucket?
Ran across something that made me chuckle. Over at SmartBitches they reviewed an erotic novel based on "Phantom of the Opera", and part of the review was "it flips a love triangle over, chains it to a bed on wheels and leads it to the kinky section of the erotica shelf". Sometimes, the reviews are more entertaining than the subject (I still remember one review of "The Story of O" titled "Boy Beats Girl". And one of another movie titled "Xanadon't").
Argh. I *would* steel my nerves to call and discuss salary, but the man isn't at his desk! Sigh. One more call in a few minutes, then I have to go to dinner...
Odd request - anybody have any decent pictures of me?
At home, I think I do.
I second Juliana's rec for the Giovanni wax. The trick with wax is to use a very, very small amount. (I've got gel in right now, but just because the wax, which is this small batch stuff I get at the barbershop rather than the Giovanni, is packed.)
Hec, insent. It'd need cropping, but I think it's quite nice.
This is my stuff: [link]
I think it's quite nice.
You would!
You would!
Well, it is. And Hec has been less than satisfied with a lot of pictures of himself lately, so I was trying to select one that'd meet his standards, not mine.