You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love till it kills you both.

Spike ,'Sleeper'


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.


Steph L. - Sep 16, 2007 7:02:16 pm PDT #5769 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

I found a new way to bring BIG PAIN to my boyfriend (and it has *nothing* to do with activities that might be considered NSFW).

We watched "Surprise" and "Innocence" tonight. I think I caught him a little teary-eyed at the end of "Innocence."

I'm loving this, getting to re-watch Buffy from the very beginning, along with getting to see The Boy watching the really good stuff for the first time, completely unspoiled.

I think The Boy has a man-crush on Oz. Which is as it should be. (And is also a little weird, given that I think The Boy is *extremely* Oz-like.)

I'd also like to reiterate that "Surprise" and "Innocence" are 2 damn-near PERFECT hours* of teevee.

*(Yes, I know, without commercials it's more like 90-ish minutes, but you get my point.)


NoiseDesign - Sep 16, 2007 7:36:19 pm PDT #5770 of 10001
Our wings are not tired

Just landed in Orlando. I've got probably an hour of emails to deal with once I hit the hotel.


P.M. Marc - Sep 16, 2007 8:29:18 pm PDT #5771 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

OMG, Laphroaig.

I may still have a mouthful.

Maybe.

In reserve.

For emergencies.


omnis_audis - Sep 16, 2007 9:35:17 pm PDT #5772 of 10001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir

my body is really strange. I've been wanting to do laundry all day. Woke up with a tinge of a head ache. figured I'd wait till after the Yankee game to do it (since it was broadcast in LA area, and time for headache to go away). It didn't. After game I kinda relaxed, closed my eyes. A phone call from a friend (Red Sox fan)... still have headache, but I started sorting clothes. I decide to hold off, and start to turn off lights to reduce light into the head. 10-15 min later, my Uncle calls (who I've been leaving messages for for the past few days). Within a minute or two of talking, the head ache is gone. GONE. This is the same kind of thing that happened when I found out about my aunt's passing. I was going to go to a party, but the stomach went south. CREEPY. Good news is, my Uncle is doing ok. Def mourning, missing her, but in a good space it sounds. Too bad her kids from prev marriage are being super asshats.

Had to share strange body thing. Like some kind of weird ESP type of thing. I dunno. Can someone call the X-files for me?

:: x-posted to my LJ ::


WindSparrow - Sep 17, 2007 3:44:01 am PDT #5773 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

omnis, I'm glad your uncle is doing ok. And also that your headache got better.

Gronkily I gronk. But I have reason to suspect that Daniel is gronkier than I.


d - Sep 17, 2007 4:17:00 am PDT #5774 of 10001
It's nice to see some brave pretenders trying to make it interesting.

omnis, sorry your intuition manifests as feeling bad, but I still think that's neat to have a connection that way.

WindSparrow (and Daniel) hope your day gets less gronky.

My friend and I are the first (and only so far!) to sign up for the Philly Tri next year. I'm excited. I guess 2008 is the year to get healthy and a lot more exercise!


Nora Deirdre - Sep 17, 2007 4:35:18 am PDT #5775 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

Thanks for the birthday wishes y'all- I was able to get sufficiently motivated on Saturday to go to my friend's bachelorette thing, and get through it with only a little bit of anxiety. (I didn't get her a present and everyone else did.) (I suck at the present protocol.) Even though it wasn't my party, I got a piece of cake and "happy birthday" sung to me! I also had a manhattan. Eesh. OK, and a couple shots. Double eesh. And a hangover. Ah well, it was all in good fun.

Beers I drank this weekend- Two Brothers Bitter End Pale Ale, Victory's Hoptical Illusion, Ipswich Harvest Ale, Sam Adams Octoberfest. Also sampled Tom's Session-Strength Saison Style ale.


d - Sep 17, 2007 4:45:28 am PDT #5776 of 10001
It's nice to see some brave pretenders trying to make it interesting.

Nora, I suck at the presents protocol too. Also the appropriate tipping and card (birthdays, thank yous...) protocols too.

Glad you still had a decent time.

Ok, back to cleaning.


Sparky1 - Sep 17, 2007 4:46:01 am PDT #5777 of 10001
Librarian Warlord

I'm glad your uncle is doing okay, omnis.

Yay, cake for Nora!

I have slight kyphoscoliosis that usually causes me no problems. It only seems to manifest itself in two ways: When the yoga teacher has to give me a little push over to mid-line and when I'm wearing a slip and it starts to spin and migrate over to the left side of me like the one I have on today. At some point, it's inevitable that a student is going to catch me absent minded-ly re-adjusting here in my office.


meara - Sep 17, 2007 5:00:33 am PDT #5778 of 10001

DH is still holding out for Isle of Jura and Aberlour, but I figger I can lace his Crown Royal with a tot of honey and get the same effect for cheaper.

I've found Isle of Jura to be kinda salty, actually...