To commemorate a past event, you kill and eat an animal. It's a ritual sacrifice, with pie.

Anya ,'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.


Vortex - Oct 14, 2007 11:09:24 am PDT #9748 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

go you! I've been a lazy sack lately, I need to get back in shape like woah. My goal is to start krav maga in the new year.


vw bug - Oct 14, 2007 11:16:51 am PDT #9749 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

You know what's really funny? Calling my brother in the middle of a Vikings/Bears game. He is really freaking hysterical. He'll be in the middle of a sentence, then start shouting at the television.


omnis_audis - Oct 14, 2007 11:23:51 am PDT #9750 of 10001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir

Omnis I'd like to apologize for the way I treated you in my dream this morning. I know you were only trying to help me get to work on time and it's not your fault Lord Voldemort started chasing me.
huh? Dream of me? wha?
::itsmoreinnocentthenitsoundsitsmoreinnocentthenitsounds::

um. O really? What was it about? What was I doing? Was I behaved (for once)?

IOdreamN, I had a doozy of one. We (by we, I mean many members from b.org...most I haven't met yet. Fay, your name is the only I recall) were playing this very strange game. Kinda like Wizard Battle Chess, but with life icons and checker type game pieces. And when things went dark in the game, life went dark. It was really strange. It needed whiteboard markers to keep score, which we always seemed to be out of. At the end, in the darkest hour, somehow, my out-of-box thinking saved the day. Then life returned to normal, and it was decided we should play again. Only, instead of rolling dice, moves would be determined by bowling. So we head to the bowling alley... whose entrance was through a Kragen car-mart type of store, who had a self-service tire machine where you could balance it and fill it with air or Nitrogen (which I've been looking for a Nitrogen tire place), and thought, as I walked past it to the bowling alley "golly, how am I supposed to get the tire off the car to get to self-serve kiosk?" Then I woke up. No saying how the "bowling frame score instead of dice rolling" went. Very vivid. Very strange.


Scrappy - Oct 14, 2007 11:47:53 am PDT #9751 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

Speaking of weight loss, here is a converstion between DH and myself yesterday, whicle taking a lunch break from painting.

DH: (Handing me a giant taco from Henry's Tacos.) I also got cookies for dessert.
Me: Wow, dessert at lunch. I guess we're not even pretending to be on a diet anymore.
DH: Oh, I"m still on a diet. Just not one to lose weight.
Me: Yeah, I'm on that diet, too. The "I Will Eat Whatever I Need to Quell The Panic About Finishing The House and Moving" diet.
DH (popping a cookie in his mouth) Yeah, that's the one.


DavidS - Oct 14, 2007 12:18:26 pm PDT #9752 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

David! You need to come back to Chicago so we can go here: [link]

I wanna go!

Good diet, Robin. I think I was on that diet finishing the book.

Did I mention my copyeditor loved it? Actual words used: "brilliant" and "most satisfying thing I've read lately (work or otherwise)."

Emmett continues to be a pill, but on the way back fromlunch he went into old man mode and muttered:

"We've gotta get me back home for my estrogen treatment."

"Uh, estrogen isn't for men."

"Who said I was a man?"


Glamcookie - Oct 14, 2007 12:24:21 pm PDT #9753 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister

Is this too shitbaggy for an academic publication:

With the introduction of content management systems in the realm of technical documentation, the authoring model has substantially changed. No longer is a single technical writer the owner and content creator for a body of product- and deliverable-specific content. Instead, writers author standalone topics that are combined in myriad ways to create deliverables for publication in multiple formats, including printed manuals, PDFs, Help systems, and Web sites. Technical writers are now challenged with the burden of co-authoring unknown deliverables with writers in disparate locations. In this paper, I will investigate how collaborative writing is successfully achieved in other disciplines, and the fostering of trust in sharing-related technologies such as wikis to suggest ways in which they may be implemented in the technical documentation community.


amych - Oct 14, 2007 12:28:13 pm PDT #9754 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

Definitely not. Whatever it is you mean by "shitbaggy".


Aims - Oct 14, 2007 12:30:41 pm PDT #9755 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Random question:

Are fishnets an exception to the general rule of "no pantyhose with open toed shoes"?


brenda m - Oct 14, 2007 12:47:38 pm PDT #9756 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

I vote yes, as long as they're fishnet all the way to the toes.


Glamcookie - Oct 14, 2007 12:51:22 pm PDT #9757 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister

Ah, at my house, shitbaggy means insufferable or obnoxious. So you think it sounds okay as journal article abstracts go?