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[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.
I mean really, if I was a more sensitive soul, I'd probably have been quite upset. Luckily, I don't really have problems with my body image. I've put on a few pounds since moving in with the bloke (as you do), but I'm still a size twelve, fer God's sake! Like I have been since I was twelve.
ETA - Ha! Sox! Is funny.
and ... on a fairly innocuous Monday morning, send-someone-your-ass was born
Heh. And Buffistas start yet another trend...
That was totally horrible of your mom, Jars. Even alone she'd have been totally horrible (plus, none of her business, plus, wrong -- has she actually seen you? You look great. Is she blind?), but in front of the whole family? Shit. But I think I'm a little in love with your DH for having your back so quickly and so firmly.
Hil, I was just thinking about Just Shoot Me, while mainlining my MSCL DVDs and thinking about how Claire Danes's gifts have been really ill-served by film (in one of the interviews she talks about the relationship between actor and writer, and how television feeds that relationship because it's a living medium in a way no other performance world is). And I was remembering that Laura San Giacomo was one of the first big-screen actresses in the early 90s to explicitly say, "Fuck, I'm tired of playing girlfriends and mistresses and looking forward to playing moms. I wanna play something other than an appendage or impediment to the hero; screw the glory of film, I'm moving to TeeVee."
Um, not that those were her exact words, but that was the gist of a long interview she gave some big paper right before the pilot aired.
I'm all embarrassed at the praisey talk -- I don't know about people in general, but it seemed like something any Buffista would do -- so I'm just going to go back and stare at the pictures of scrunch-faced Frisco.
See, your modesty only serves to make you EVEN MORE ADORABLE.
See, your modesty only serves to make you EVEN MORE ADORABLE.I don't know what you're talking about. Last I checked, I was neither male, British, living in Seattle, nor married to Jilli. I don't even know how to loom. I meet none of the criteria for adorability.
I wish I really could send my ass to Jars' mom.
Dear dog,
Why did you eat my "Handbook of Common Macrame Knots" booklet? Was it an aesthetic commentary? Did you want to point out that I need to learn to let go, since the closest thing I've come to macrame in the last 20 years was tying down loads in the truck? Also, if I let you finish eating the booklet, will that get it out of your system, or just encourage you to work your way up to my copy of the OED?
Some dogs just love shredding paper. Try to steer him toward things you want shredded. Confidential papers, evidence of money laundering, letters from annoying exes....
Ugh Ginger. Pooch destruction. Awful.
Bartleby once ate my 2000 date book...three times. And not without effort. He had to dig it out from under things on each occasion. If I ever get audited for that year, I will have to hand them a manila envelope...with shreds.
Oddly, there was no provocation. The book was the same manufacturer as all my other books, no food spills. Mystery!
A trip to the vet garnered a note in his personal record...'known for destroying financial records.'
Poor Ginger!
A trip to the vet garnered a note in his personal record...'known for destroying financial records.
HA!
I've been so lucky with Toto. He was never a chewer. Or, if he was, I've blocked it out. He got into other things...namely chocolate whenever he had the opportunity, and once, Women's One-A-Day pills. That last one was scary. Though, it's funny now. It happened on a Saturday when I was out. We have no idea how he got the pills--probably jumped up on the toilet and knocked them down from the sink. How he opened the child-proof cap, we've never figured out. After we got through the worst of it, I was at the animal hospital to visit him, and the vet came to see me. He looked at me and said, "So, I was looking at Toto's records in the computer and saw he was scheduled to get snipped on Wednesday. I think he's trying to avoid that." And we had a good laugh. Then and every other time I visited that vet before we moved. Silly dog.
Count me among the gob-smacked-by-Jars'-mom crowd. My love handles are shipping out priority.
Oh Ginger, I shouldn't laugh, but this is just really becoming Mr. P's trademark.