And just for the record:
Cilantro: Delicious
Muffalettas: Also delicious (including the olives)
Serial comma: ALWAYS
Babies: adorable.
Go go team no-cancer!
We're not gonna die. We can't die, Bendis. You know why? Because we are so very pretty. We are just too pretty for God to let us die.
Mal ,'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[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.
Jessica - Nov 02, 2007 2:27:44 pm PDT #2293 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
§ ita § - Nov 02, 2007 2:33:40 pm PDT #2294 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Jessica, totally with you on the Heinlein thing. I swear I adopted every non-traditional alignment i read about in sff. Theoretically, of course, since young. Some more theoretically than others, not being able to start sourcing lizardlike men with 2 penises.
Steph L. - Nov 02, 2007 2:34:56 pm PDT #2295 of 10002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Babies: adorable.
What a cutiehead chatterbox!
Atropa - Nov 02, 2007 2:35:09 pm PDT #2296 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Yay for no cancer!
When I was a teenager I used to think I was poly, but it turns out I was just reading too much Heinlein.
I just nearly fell off my balance ball laughing at that.
JZ - Nov 02, 2007 2:35:24 pm PDT #2297 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Smunchy baby cheeks have kilt me ded. From the grave (while gnawing in my undead way on an olive-rich muffaletta), I feebly wave at the gloriously cancer-free Susan and all the incredible poly folks who have more energy and relationshippy talk-it-all-outability than I ever will. Then I remember the smunchy baby cheeks and am kilt all over again.
Susan W. - Nov 02, 2007 2:36:48 pm PDT #2298 of 10002
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
I'm home, and am slowly sipping a coke and eating saltine crackers, which the nurse decreed a suitable first meal. I swear, right now they taste as blissfully good as pecan pie at Thanksgiving, Dreamland Barbecue, or pizza from Serious Pie.
And in even better news, my doctor has extended how long I can go between tests. Based on my family history, he'd said every 2 years. Based on my healthy, polyp-free innards, he extended it to 4! Which means I get to go 1500 days or so before I have to do this again!
Amy - Nov 02, 2007 2:38:59 pm PDT #2299 of 10002
Because books.
Whee! Jess, the pause is the best part. Like, wait, I have more to say! Yup, here I go.
Jessica - Nov 02, 2007 2:40:33 pm PDT #2300 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
He was making that sound ALL afternoon. I nearly died.
juliana - Nov 02, 2007 2:46:30 pm PDT #2301 of 10002
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
EEEEE! Cutiehead baby!
YAY SUSAN!
Ginger - Nov 02, 2007 2:50:24 pm PDT #2302 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Reading too much Heinlein explains a lot of things.
I don't think I'm cut out to be poly. I'd have to believe that more than one person at a time was interested in me. I have trouble believing in there being even one. I usually describe myself as a nonpracticing heterosexual.
Dylan's babblings are too cute. I read somewhere that babies may be talking way earlier than we think, but their mouths can't make the sounds in an understandable way.