Every planet has its own weird customs. About a year before we met, I spent six weeks on a moon where the principal form of recreation was juggling geese. My hand to God. Baby geese. Goslings. They were juggled.

Wash ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


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.


Frankenbuddha - Nov 28, 2007 11:13:35 am PST #6178 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

Let me check my notes...

And somewhere, Hec is updating his files...


Atropa - Nov 28, 2007 11:15:48 am PST #6179 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

This coming from the woman whose response to her sister's request that you plan her wedding was to clap giddily and say "Yea! I get to make lists!!"

Y'know, I just realized I can never let Aimée meet my friend Alexia. Alexia is the Queen Of Lists and Planning Things. And wears gauchos.


Aims - Nov 28, 2007 11:15:57 am PST #6180 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Oh, honey? I'm bringing work home tonight and I'll need your help with it.

t pleading grin


Aims - Nov 28, 2007 11:17:00 am PST #6181 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Y'know, I just realized I can never let Aimée meet my friend Alexia. Alexia is the Queen Of Lists and Planning Things. And wears gauchos.

We would have an awesome time!! Planning and listing where to wear our gauchos!


Atropa - Nov 28, 2007 11:21:08 am PST #6182 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Alexia has a list (and, IIRC, a spreadsheet) for What We Need If The Apocalypse Happens. Including information such as what skills all our friends have, where the best place to start the commune is (best place as in, where it will be easiest to plant and harvest crops), and a what things will need to be looted on our way to that place. My job is apparently to hit every store I can for chocolate, opiates, and basal thermometers.

I still don't know how serious she is about this stuff, but it makes for entertaining conversations at Stitch & Bitch.


Aims - Nov 28, 2007 11:21:47 am PST #6183 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Alexia has a list (and, IIRC, a spreadsheet) for What We Need If The Apocalypse Happens.

I officially love Alexia.


beth b - Nov 28, 2007 11:25:20 am PST #6184 of 10002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

I am awed by your friend Alexia. I have vague plans for the apocalypse ( including getting a yurt from pacific yurt) , but my plans haven't gone that far. yet. Now I have something to live up to. Damn. maybe I sho9uold get off the couch.


tommyrot - Nov 28, 2007 11:27:29 am PST #6185 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

I figure that when the apocalypse comes, I'd need to get out to the middle of nowhere, way away from the big city. But then everybody else will be trying to do that too, so I figure it's probably not worth the trouble.


Miracleman - Nov 28, 2007 11:30:34 am PST #6186 of 10002
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020

Oh, honey? I'm bringing work home tonight and I'll need your help with it.

Buh-rrruuuuuhhhh?

What could I possibly help you with in re: your work?


§ ita § - Nov 28, 2007 11:30:53 am PST #6187 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I know what I'll wear when the apocalypse comes, and that I'll start heading for the Caribbean. I don't want to overplan.