windsparrow - smart is better than hat anyday, IMHO.
Slay-er? Chosen One. She who hangs out a lot in cemeteries? You're kidding. Ask around. Look it up: Slayer comma The.
Buffy ,'Showtime'
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.
hippocampus - Dec 21, 2007 5:56:20 am PST #9413 of 10002
not your mom's socks.
Sean K - Dec 21, 2007 6:19:46 am PST #9414 of 10002
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
So, they are drawing up discharge papers for S. She should be released within a few hours, and we will hopefully be driving home tomorrow or Sunday.
tommyrot - Dec 21, 2007 6:20:26 am PST #9415 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.
Yay!
Nora Deirdre - Dec 21, 2007 6:24:07 am PST #9416 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
yay for discharging!
I got into work just fine and I am in such a chipper mood I am suspicious of myself. I think I'm backlashing/boomeranging from my excessive morosity earlier in the week. Almost a manic cheeriness.
Sean K - Dec 21, 2007 6:25:38 am PST #9417 of 10002
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
You're just saying that because of the crazy, manic look in your eyes, Nora....
Jessica - Dec 21, 2007 6:34:50 am PST #9418 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Right on!
Sean K - Dec 21, 2007 6:45:02 am PST #9419 of 10002
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
So, while I've been here in San Fran (oh, you don't like that.... It's "The City"....), I could not help but notice that the SF Examiner has been running every day's paper with a sub-masthead showing a picture of something from the Twelve Days of Christmas song, and a quote of the attending line of the song.
The problem is, of course, that they are doing this to count down to Christmas, which is, in every possible way, wrong. Whoever came up with this idea at the examiner needs to have their head caved in with a wikipedia entry for the twelve days of Christmas, printed out and wrapped around a very large brick.
Or perhaps I am just cranky, for vague and nebulous reasons.
Nora Deirdre - Dec 21, 2007 6:46:20 am PST #9420 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
cranky, for vague and nebulous reasons
Or pretty specific ones, actually.
Go get 'em Sean!
Frankenbuddha - Dec 21, 2007 6:50:55 am PST #9421 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
I got into work just fine and I am in such a chipper mood I am suspicious of myself. I think I'm backlashing/boomeranging from my excessive morosity earlier in the week. Almost a manic cheeriness.
Channel it into the holidays, Nora. Use your powers for good.
Oh, who am I kidding.
Great news, Sean!!! I hope the next stage is less meltdown-y for both of you.
Trudy Booth - Dec 21, 2007 6:57:22 am PST #9422 of 10002
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Little Boss (who is leaving in January. ::sob::) just got me the sweetest gift.
The other day I gave him a book he had mentioned a few months ago. (Stillborn God by Mark Lilla). In the course of talking about it I mentioned that a) I nearly kept it and b) another book I had seen (Wikinomics).
Today he gives me a B&N gift card AND Wikinomics with something sweet written in it.
You know, he really could have just stuck with the honkin big gift card but, no, he's all thoughtful and stuff. Now he's walking around giving out gift cards to various other folks. He's just so dear.
Man am I going to miss him.