"If I Should Fall From Grace With God"
I'd say I want to go to your funeral, but there's just no way to make that come out uncreepy.
I'll nurse you back to health. I'll wear the nurse outfit!
"BuffyBot" ,'Dirty Girls'
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.
amych - Dec 17, 2007 5:07:49 pm PST #8761 of 10002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
NoiseDesign - Dec 17, 2007 5:08:04 pm PST #8762 of 10002
Our wings are not tired
So, L.A. people...specifically NoiseDesign, whose idea it was for a Rock Band party in the first place: all signs seem to be pointing to Sunday, Dec. 30. Is that good? Timing is whenever. I was also thinking Laga and omnis and I could do the Museum of Jurassic Technology that morning/afternoon. I don't know how long one needs.
That works fine for me.
DavidS - Dec 17, 2007 5:09:27 pm PST #8763 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I'd say I want to go to your funeral, but there's just no way to make that come out uncreepy.
I invite you to dance on my grave! To the Pogues!
Laga - Dec 17, 2007 5:15:00 pm PST #8764 of 10002
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
I never thought about music for my funeral before but now that I have I'm thinking Tea for the Tillerman. On the other hand I plan to die last so there'll be no one to program the music anyway.
Ginger - Dec 17, 2007 5:16:52 pm PST #8765 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Want to guarantee I'll haunt you? Make a montage of my life using "Hallelujah."
The choice in "The Big Chill" was a good one.
My brain is taking a vacation and it left me behind. What would you call statements like "In like a lion; out like a lamb" or "Red sky at night, sailors' delight"? Sayings? Is there something more specific?
-t - Dec 17, 2007 5:17:33 pm PST #8766 of 10002
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Adage? Proverb?
§ ita § - Dec 17, 2007 5:17:47 pm PST #8767 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I can't think about funereal songs (the last two I went to had "It's so hard to say goodbye"--the first time sung by the deceased's high school class, the second funeral over a video montage of the deceased and the deceased from the first funeral--right now I just think funeral music is cruel) but am continually distracted by the idea of babies with balloons tied to them. How fun! I almost want one tied to me.
Almost.
I will cut you.
-t - Dec 17, 2007 5:18:38 pm PST #8768 of 10002
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Old saw, maxim, or aphorism, maybe.
Ginger - Dec 17, 2007 5:20:51 pm PST #8769 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Those are all words I was trying to dredge up. Thank you for donating your brains on my behalf.
meara - Dec 17, 2007 5:23:15 pm PST #8770 of 10002
Random note: I had a lot of weird dreams last night, and by now I've forgotten most of them, but I remember one in which Polter Cow and I were MARRIED for some reason (!!). He'd just returned from being gone for several months, and I think we were married for some logical convenience type reason, rather than like, love. And we went to the house that he had been renting but no one had been in while he was gone (but he and I were married the whole time?) and we were going to move in, but the house was a mess because no one had been there, and a cat had had kittens in there. I was apalled that he didn't know there was a cat having kittens in his house (even though he'd been...overseas somewhere?).
What kind of crack is my brain smoking??