Happy birthday, Anne!! You share your birthday with John Enbom!
Lorne: Back in Pylea they used to call me "sweet potato." Connor: Really. Lorne: Yeah, well, the exact translation was "fragrant tuber" but…
'Conviction (1)'
Spike's Bitches 39: Cuppa Tea, Cuppa Tea, Almost Got Shagged, Cuppa Tea...
[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.
Polter-Cow - Jan 30, 2008 7:45:45 am PST #4669 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
JZ - Jan 30, 2008 7:48:55 am PST #4670 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
I so very much do not want to be at work today. I have absolutely no motivation to do any of this crap.
Me either. How close is your work to mine? Wanna meet up and mutually vent our spleens at lunch? Lush? Coffee and miscellaneous muttergrumbling?
P.M. Marc - Jan 30, 2008 7:49:36 am PST #4671 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Hey, Anne! You should email me and let me know what you might possibly want as a late birthday present, in terms of the written word!
megan walker - Jan 30, 2008 7:51:32 am PST #4672 of 10001
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist
Happy Birthday Anne!
sj - Jan 30, 2008 7:52:28 am PST #4673 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Thanks, JZ. That's good to know. I'm used to hearing horror stories. It's good to know you had a good experience.
EpicTangent - Jan 30, 2008 7:52:45 am PST #4674 of 10001
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
Yeah, CafePress changed the way linking to multiple stores works, and I haven't been able to edit the links page without an error message. Links to the individual stores should still work.
I can't find the cartoon-y icons separately. Can you give me hints on better keywords to search by?
Oh, well. Back to the thesis...
Did you figure out the place/thing that was stopping you, vw?
I so very much do not want to be at work today. I have absolutely no motivation to do any of this crap.
I am Juliana. Which, bummer about work being so lame. But, at least we're very pretty.
That'll put marzipan in your pie plate, Bingo!
vw bug - Jan 30, 2008 7:54:26 am PST #4675 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Did you figure out the place/thing that was stopping you, vw?
No, but I've decided to compromise for now. I really want to explore this issue, but I don't think this is the time. So, I'm going to leave the question in the paper and address it in the discussion section--that it's really out of the scope of this project, but is something that should be addressed by me or someone else at a later time.
Thanks for asking!
juliana - Jan 30, 2008 7:54:27 am PST #4676 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
How close is your work to mine? Wanna meet up and mutually vent our spleens at lunch? Lush? Coffee and miscellaneous muttergrumbling?
2 BART stops, but I didn't run this morning, so I must work out at lunch. However, I could meet for venting post-work (which prob. doesn't work with your schedule).
Laura - Jan 30, 2008 7:54:49 am PST #4677 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
NPR was talking about this place the other day for missing gloves. Alas, your missing mitten is likely not in Pittsburgh. Still, sweet service. [link]
Susan W. - Jan 30, 2008 7:55:58 am PST #4678 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Grrr.
I'm feeling all Hulk-Smashy today. I'm just so sick of feeling like my life is all petty shit, not least because of the usual angst about my career and how I somehow ended up as a professional Manager of Petty Shit.
I mean, I know if all the pieces of my life were in place--if we were out of debt and owned a house instead of renting, if I was a multi-published author successful enough to quit my day job, I'd still be dealing with lots of petty shit, just of different composition. That's the way the world is. But I'm sick of feeling like my whole damn life is nothing but getting my boss's phone fixed and figuring out when the surplus people are coming to get rid of the furniture she doesn't want to keep and filing this and finding that, and that there's no room for anything with real meaning or anything I'm passionate about because I'm drowning in the Petty Shit Ocean.