Xander ,'Lessons'
[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.
See, I work all day and night and miss inclusion in the conversation.I am d. It does suck.
But he introduced himself! And was all nice and friendly and even handsomer in person!!!!1!!!A friend of mine stood in line for hours to meet him and he was good enough to do her voicemail msg. From the few accounts I've heard he sounds like quite the nice guy.
Erm. We're talking about equations in just one variable, right?
I think so.
Although, it's only worth 5 points. I may just skip it. How do you pad that answer to 50 words? Seriously.
Rain and slush again here, too. All the stuff that was sticking to the streets is gone. Which is just as well. I'm not in a position to miss work tomorrow, nor even to be late.
And, really, I probably didn't need to leave writers group practically as soon as I got there like I did, since it would just now be letting out. But after being stuck on the roads in a snowstorm like I was for two hours last year, it's going to be awhile before I don't panic and flee for home at the first flake.
Ok, homework done, I am to bed.
Sleeeeeeeeeeeepy.
So, the WB tells me that Kevin Federline is guest starring(?) on One Tree Hill. Mommy, I'm scared.
DH and I are watching Those magnificent men and their flying machines.
It is fascinating and horrible. Cool planes, amazing stereotypes.
Wow. Or should I say "Ciao,"
I'd love to think I'd be this cool. Frankly, though, I don't think I'd be cool enough to come up with, "'Allo Sue...I've got legs!"
Also, Sparky, Lisah, Vortex, insent with cell #.
So, the WB tells me that Kevin Federline is guest starring(?) on One Tree Hill. Mommy, I'm scared.
Something NOT to set the VCR for while I'm back east.
OK. I just wasted a good half hour looking up portraits of all the real historical figures who populate my alternate history, just to see if I could tell what their hands looked like. This all started because I wanted to describe one real character's hands for one scene--just a throwaway bit of description to add some visual detail to a dialogue over a chessboard. So I looked up them up, but since he's one of my more obscure real people, there just aren't that many portraits of him, and only one shows his hands, and not that clearly. So instead of being a sensible writer and just inventing a suitable pair of hands, I spent fifteen minutes going deeper and deeper into google trying to find some elusive long-lost hand portrait. And when I finally gave up, I got distracted into looking up everyone else's hands.
My conclusions:
1. This has got to be the strangest way I've ever fooled myself into thinking I'm writing without producing a single sentence.
2. Portrait artists of the early 19th century just weren't that into hands.
Ah...Susan has discovered productive procrastination!
My body is weird. I'm awake, because the power went out. How did my body know? The fan turned off. It didn't get overly hot. I guess I've just gotten really used to the sound.
But, it's back now. Guess it's time to go make some coffee!
Poptarts:
Anyone here have experience with Kombucha tea? My hostess has been really encouraging me to drink a little each day, and I have a couple of times, but I just did some research, and it looks like it has drug interactions (although, I can't find a list of specific drugs), and now I'm nervous. I think I'm going to stop drinking it, but was wondering if anyone here had experience with it.