You were very nearly devoured by a giant demon snake. The words 'let that be a lesson' are a tad redundant at this juncture.

Giles ,'Selfless'


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.


vw bug - Nov 08, 2007 4:50:39 am PST #3080 of 10002
Mostly lurking...

brenda m - Nov 08, 2007 4:54:18 am PST #3081 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

I don't know the details, but I'd hate to think that any kind of real friendship would be ended by something like that. OTOH, getting in to a bad deal through a friend can certainly have that effect.


vw bug - Nov 08, 2007 4:56:06 am PST #3082 of 10002
Mostly lurking...

I deleted to make brenda look crazy. While I could use some support with this, this is probably not the right forum.


Stephanie - Nov 08, 2007 5:09:10 am PST #3083 of 10002
Trust my rage

Well, I just finished a 2.5 page letter to my insurance company. I doubt anything will change but at least I feel better about it.


Toddson - Nov 08, 2007 5:10:24 am PST #3084 of 10002
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

random link:

semper buffo


Laura - Nov 08, 2007 6:10:55 am PST #3085 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.

I've been asked to make up pretend patient names for various specialties. The first one I had to do today was for a Neurology consult and I named her Mia Graines. This was following the lead of my coworker that named her Cardiology patient Havva Heart. If any of you are bored and have ideas for some other specialties speak up. Like Gastroenterology, Urology, or Psychiatry. (Since real doctors will be using the training materials they can't be fun and offensive names)

Give 'em hell Stephanie!


Fay - Nov 08, 2007 6:22:45 am PST #3086 of 10002
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

Curse you, internets! You ate my post!

To recap:

...so, after a couple of messages on OKCupid from random blokes in America who seem to have very little in common with me, I just got a message from a bloke in Bangkok.

Who actually sounds rather interesting.

Um.

Um.

He sounds pretty smart and opinionated, loves his cats, is well-travelled, sounds like a bit of a food snob...he's a bit older than me, and divorced, and honestly I can't make out much from his photo other than he seems to have a beard (and a cat), but - hmm. Yeah. Maybe. Frankly, listing things you're really good at thus:

Cooking, cuddling, accurate grammar, strong no trump bidding. Finding excuses to delay preparing my classes. Keeping a conversation going with someone in an art gallery (which should be effortless, really, but it's amazing how many people can't find a thing to say under the circumstances).

...well, yeah. I'm good with that. Um. In fact the whole profile - yeah. He sounds like an interesting bloke.

...

...so this is the part where my 'flee!' instinct kicks in. (Why is it I'm single, again?) But that's what I'm trying to stop doing, right? Because this whole reject-them-before-they-get-a-chance-to-reject-you approach to one's love life is just infreakingsane. And, after all, I can do dating. I have done the dating thing in living memory. Granted I had to be sort of surprised into it, rather than cold-bloodedly making it happen, but still - it's not such a big deal. It's just meeting someone and seeing if you get on.

t /pep talk

Um?

bites nails

See, and quite apart from the will-I-fancy-him, the will-we-annoy-one-another thoughts, there's the issue of whether he'll fancy me. Which, you know, on a day-to-day basis with random people that's fine, they can fancy me or not as they see fit, but when you're doing the dating thing then there's an expectation of fancying/being fanciable, and...er...you know, it's a stressful thing. I mean, evidently he thought my picture was cute, but that's because it's a cute picture! And, yes, it's recent, but I think it flatters me, and in person there's much more of a 'OMG, her ass is enormous!!!' issue. Er.

...I sound utterly ridiculous, don't I? Yes, I do. But, but, but - this whole Putting-Oneself-Out-There thing isn't an area in which I excel. I'm more talented in the Stay-Indoors-With-Cat area.

See, but this bloke also likes to stay in with his cat. Which is good.

bites nails some more

Thoughts, invisible internet friends?


Steph L. - Nov 08, 2007 6:27:45 am PST #3087 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism

Katie Holmes in Posh's haircut,

That looks spectacular on her. (Tom Cruise just looks like a pasty troll.)

That was sort of what my new haircut (yes, I *did* get my hair -- lots of it -- cut Monday, but no pictures until I decide if I'm getting it changed up a little more) was supposed to look like, but it's not long enough to create that sleek, swingy effect.

She gave me the exact cut I asked for (except for cutting it too short), and, as far as inverted bobs go, it looks good. I just don't know that I like it on *me.* It creates a weird combination of mom!hair and perky, neither of which are the look I'm trying to create.

But if I have my stylist re-snip it, I'm totally paying for a haircut -- you know how, if the stylist fucks up, it's normal for the stylist to fix it for no charge? -- well, this cut is precisely what I asked for; she did NOT fuck it up. It's my own whims that want something different, and therefore I should pay for it.

I think I need to accept that I am not a bob kind of girl.


Emily - Nov 08, 2007 6:28:13 am PST #3088 of 10002
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola

No, NOT ridiculous. You sound like me, in fact.

But you sort of have to try, don't you? And he has to feel the same way about possible-meeting-people as well, I'm sure.

And I wish I had something useful to say but I have three minutes to get to a meeting whoosh!


vw bug - Nov 08, 2007 6:29:05 am PST #3089 of 10002
Mostly lurking...

Ok. People. Wish me luck. Going down to the RMV to meet with the devil himself.