Early: So is it still her room when it's empty? Does the room, the thing, have purpose? Or do we -- what's the word? Simon: I really can't help you. Early: The plan is to take your sister. Get the reward, which is substantial. 'Imbue.' That's the word.

'Objects In Space'


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.


Ginger - Dec 04, 2007 7:34:23 am PST #7050 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

I'm quite firmly anti-Greek, based on being non-Greek at a school where about 60% of the student body was Greek, and where all the student organizations (except the newspaper) were run by Greeks. (Is it any shock I was on the staff of the paper?)

This sounds like my school too. The newspaper, radio and literary mag people tended to be GDIs (God damned independents), but student government was heavily Greek.


Sparky1 - Dec 04, 2007 7:39:04 am PST #7051 of 10002
Librarian Warlord

I'm making eggplant parmesean tonight though.

What time is dinner?

I'll be waiting for furniture deliveries -- which I'm just about on my way out the door to begin that 6 hour vigil -- so my dinner will probably be delivered by the pizza place.

For those that light candles tonight, Happy Hannukah!


Susan W. - Dec 04, 2007 7:39:10 am PST #7052 of 10002
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

At my school, IIRC 30% of the men and 10% of the women were in the Greek system. Which was just enough for them, especially the frat boys, to think that the world of the campus revolved around them, but the rest of us just rolled our eyes and pursued our own social lives and interests.


hippocampus - Dec 04, 2007 7:41:47 am PST #7053 of 10002
not your mom's socks.

furniture-delivery-ma Sparky!

and Gas-Dryer ma for those as needs it too.


Vortex - Dec 04, 2007 7:44:44 am PST #7054 of 10002
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

Instead, he drove a university transit bus. Turns out, they had their own group/mixers, big/little sisters/brothers, and a bus rodeo at the end of each year. They did manage to mow down one of the serpentine walls during my tenure as a writer on the weekly university journal. So when he found out that I was behind the 'top 10 ways not to get a UTS Safety award' column, that was an interesting discussion. He threatened to sic the bus-brotherhood on me.

did you go to UVA, this sounds awfully familiar.


hippocampus - Dec 04, 2007 7:46:23 am PST #7055 of 10002
not your mom's socks.

wah-Hoo-wah Vortex


Vortex - Dec 04, 2007 7:47:56 am PST #7056 of 10002
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

yes, I actually trained to drive at UTS. Unfortunately, my lack of hand eye coordination became problematic.


§ ita § - Dec 04, 2007 7:53:12 am PST #7057 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Huh. I know someone (else) that studied AI at the University of Edinburgh.


hippocampus - Dec 04, 2007 7:55:04 am PST #7058 of 10002
not your mom's socks.

no kidding! DH was 91 or 90 (can't remember) -> 95. His hand-eye-coordination got better... and they let him drive with 20/400 vision. He told me all the codes once, before they changed them. Who knew they needed 'bus-on-fire' so often. or three different codes for 'bus-stuck-under-that-darn-bridge-by-the-whitespot'

eta: er, that last possibly because they let people drive with 20/400 vision...


askye - Dec 04, 2007 7:57:38 am PST #7059 of 10002
Thrive to spite them

I had left over perogies (from frozen), peppers, and onions for lunch. And 2 clemetines. And a cookie. And a piece of pecan coffee cake. Plus 3 cookies for breakfast. For the past two days I've felt like the Very Hungry Caterpillar.