Mal: Can I come in? Inara: No. Mal: See? That's why I usually don't ask.

'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


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.


Daisy Jane - Jan 03, 2008 9:11:34 am PST #649 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

"If you are NOT [this person], please hang up; otherwise, we will assume you are [this person] and have received this call."

I just got that call!


Steph L. - Jan 03, 2008 9:19:34 am PST #650 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

I'm assuming he meant "kudos," but getting tons of kudus is so much a better visual.

But surreal.

Possibly he meant tons of Kodos. Also surreal.

There are two mechanical factions, both run by artificially intelligent supercomputers. They have constructed most of our electronic consumer goods and implanted them with rudimentary intelligence. "Answering machines", for example, are combination information harvesters/selective distributors of information and misinformation.

Have you ever spoken to a friend who swore they left a message on your machine that you never received? Well, chances are they did leave a message and the machines decided they didn't want you to hear that message! Why? Perhaps the message was important...or not. But your not receiving it sowed the seeds of dissent betwixt you and your friend. Another human cooperative pairing busted! Separate and conquer!

The "message" you heard for your "ex-roommate" was actually one supermechanistic faction of destruction communicating with the minion of another. Your "answering machine" will pass on the threats and bluster of the opponents' robot messenger to its silicon overlord. You are the unfortunate helpless witness to a glacially slow process of informational warfare!

What can you do about it? NOTHING! They're ROBOTS! If you hit them, you'll just break your hand and they'll build another unit to replace the one you struck! Reinforcements are a moment's work in a factory in Taiwan, or Singapore or Detroit!

BOW TO YOUR ROBOT MASTERS! ACCEDE TO THEIR EVERY WHIM! TIVO THEIR INSTRUCTIONS AND GOSPELS!! HEED THEIR BLOGS OF WISDOM!

....actually, it's a little scary how plausible that scenario is.

"If you are NOT [this person], please hang up; otherwise, we will assume you are [this person] and have received this call."

I just got that call!

You got a call for The Boy's ex-roommate? Weird! t /smart-ass


Glamcookie - Jan 03, 2008 9:20:29 am PST #651 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister

People need to stop bringing yummy baked goodness into the office now. For lo, I am weak and will always partake of a brownie or chocolate chunk cookie.


Ginger - Jan 03, 2008 9:22:15 am PST #652 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Why did the dog just eat a seed catalogue?


brenda m - Jan 03, 2008 9:22:34 am PST #653 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Roughage?


SuziQ - Jan 03, 2008 9:26:02 am PST #654 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

Totally unspecific and still completely potential but I'm having a job related squeeee right now. AIFG. Or I hope it will be great.

Some work related~ma over the next 24 hours would no go amiss. I promise.


Daisy Jane - Jan 03, 2008 9:32:13 am PST #655 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Good luck Suzi!

Not really a squee, but big boss brought her little boy in today. All morning long he's been poking his head in and saying, "Hi Miss DJ!" So freaking cute! And calming after all the irritating phone calls.


Aims - Jan 03, 2008 9:43:25 am PST #656 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Reconnecting with high school friends some 15 years later is truly an amazing thing. At least, in my recent experience.

I just got off the phone with the girl who introduced me to Depeche Mode our senior year. She made a Star Trek joke, I followed up with another one, she talked about loving TNG, I talked about loving Voyager. She talked about never seeing Enterprise, I told her how Joe watched the first episode and immediately stopped watching after hearing the theme song. She says something about the worst theme song belonging to the best show ever and in my head I'm thinking, "She's gonna say Firefly. She's gonna say Firefly." and what does she say?

Firefly.

It's cracking me up how most of the people I was closest to in high school but lost contact with are the ones I'd more than likely be friends with now.


Fred Pete - Jan 03, 2008 9:43:34 am PST #657 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.

MM, is there any way you can give contact info for Payroll, so FC can at least be an FC to Payroll instead of to you?


Miracleman - Jan 03, 2008 9:45:19 am PST #658 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020

MM, is there any way you can give contact info for Payroll, so FC can at least be an FC to Payroll instead of to you?

That is generally Not Done. As a CS Wonk I am the First Line of Defense, avowed to keep the jerkoffs and wackos out of the hair of people who do "actual work".