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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.


askye - Nov 05, 2007 9:06:45 am PST #2650 of 10002
Thrive to spite them

If I had to label myself by region I think I'd say I'm Floridan or North Floridan rather than being Southern. Dad's family is definitly Southern, Mom's from Oklahoma. And around here, with the universities and state government there's such a mix of people from various parts of the state and country. But if you go a few towns over, then yes, you are definitely in the South and can feel it. Of course a quick trip north will take you to Georgia.


brenda m - Nov 05, 2007 9:09:41 am PST #2651 of 10002
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

Visitors to Atlanta often say, "Everyone was so friendly. They all smiled at me."

And finish it with "...and it bugged the crap out of me." Or maybe that was just me, for about the first year I lived there. Eventually I grew to really like it there, but it took a real shift in mindset.


Emily - Nov 05, 2007 9:10:35 am PST #2652 of 10002
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola

They talk more down here. Which can be nice and friendly, and other days it can bug the crap out of me because it seems to demand I be in a friendly mood all the damn time.


Daisy Jane - Nov 05, 2007 9:18:23 am PST #2653 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Heh. I can and will talk to pretty much anybody. Old truckers at the dive bar, little old ladies in the grocery, homeless people, you name it. I don't normally jump right in like Mr. Jane, but once I hear something I can speak to or someone speaks to me, it's on.

I would drive most of you insane.


Connie Neil - Nov 05, 2007 9:25:05 am PST #2654 of 10002
brillig

I *hate* when people I don't know try to talk to me. It's like they can't stand the idea of silence or something. Why is it friendly and courteous to intrude on a stranger's privacy?

Signed, Surly Northeasterner, what are you looking at?


beth b - Nov 05, 2007 9:30:14 am PST #2655 of 10002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

id as a New englander relaxing into the California mode.

and if you don't read Unshelved , here is a link to Sundays strip.

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On sundays, the comic reviews a book - y'all will know this one


Daisy Jane - Nov 05, 2007 9:30:52 am PST #2656 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

I can usually take the hint if someone wants peace and quiet. Generally, down here though, that's not going to be the case.


vw bug - Nov 05, 2007 9:31:42 am PST #2657 of 10002
Mostly lurking...

They talk more down here. Which can be nice and friendly, and other days it can bug the crap out of me because it seems to demand I be in a friendly mood all the damn time.

Yeah. Which is why it's kind of nice to be in New England. Although, since I've been feeling better, I tend to be more on the chatty side, which gets me a lot of, "Where are you from?" And much confusion when I say, "Boston." "No, I mean, where are you from?" "Oh, right."


Stephanie - Nov 05, 2007 9:32:02 am PST #2658 of 10002
Trust my rage

In my job, the people I interact with tend to be very nervous and try to make small talk with me to sort of cover that. A lot of it is in Spanish, which to my brain means that I have no context to cling to so I'm left going, "what?"

For example, today a guy tried to ask me if my husband and I were done having kids (I had just mentioned that we will soon have a boy and a girl) only the phrased he used was something close to "closed for business" and I had zero idea of what he meant.

I liked it better pre-baby when they just asked where I was from and left it at that.


sj - Nov 05, 2007 9:33:33 am PST #2659 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I live in New England and strangers feel the need to talk to me constantly. I must be doing something wrong.