Willow: Something evil-crashed to earth in this. Then it broke out and slithered away to do badness. Giles: Well, in all fairness, we don't really know about the "slithered" part. Anya: No, no, I'm sure it frisked about like a fluffy lamb.

'Never Leave Me'


Natter 57 Varieties  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


§ ita § - Mar 27, 2008 5:41:31 am PDT #7520 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

You okay, shrift?

Turned on the TV to a discussion of uterine prolapse this morning. Yay, just-before-breakfast-talk.


Jesse - Mar 27, 2008 5:43:03 am PDT #7521 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I still hate today, and want to take a day off, but I don't think I can! What with everyone leaving and all....


Laura - Mar 27, 2008 5:47:02 am PDT #7522 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Big bunny, seriously Anya, don't look. [link]


Dana - Mar 27, 2008 5:47:40 am PDT #7523 of 10001
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."

...at least you can cancel your doctor's appointment?

I didn't even make the appointment. I knew Tuesday would be too late either way, so the plan was to call the doctor this morning. But of course, the mere act of planning to call made the ankle heal itself.

Oh, and I finally registered for Con.txt, btw!

Woo! I need a vacation with you guys so bad, I can't even tell you.


Sue - Mar 27, 2008 5:48:30 am PDT #7524 of 10001
hip deep in pie

This is why I hate today: I just sat in on a committee meeting for a committee I was not a member of, because I had recently created some documents similar to the one they are editing, and my boss thought I would make some helpful contributions. About halfway through the meeting, I thought to myself, "You know, I don't really need to be taking all these extensive editing notes, since I am just a guest at this meeting." Then, at the end of the meeting, my boss says, "Sue, can you make these changes?" Aaaaagh! At least he's lent me his notes, and I have a pretty good memory.


tommyrot - Mar 27, 2008 5:48:34 am PDT #7525 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Turned on the TV to a discussion of uterine prolapse this morning.

Yuck. We had a cow that happened to. Very prolapsed. I had to walk behind it about 30 times one night....


msbelle - Mar 27, 2008 5:51:23 am PDT #7526 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

Happy Birthday Noah, you big flirt! I can barely wait to meet you and make faces at you for hours.


JZ - Mar 27, 2008 5:52:10 am PDT #7527 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.

Dylan is remarkably cute--and I love, having met both of you, being able to see flashes of amusement or amazement or irony zip across his face and say, "Hey, there goes Jess!" or "Look, it's Ethan!"

Happy, happy birthday, Noah! Happy, happy birthday, Grace! And drinks and love and awestruck admiration all around to Kat and K and Lori; under the best possible conditions, the first year is an insane amount of work, and you have all shown heroic levels of grace under terrible pressure.


msbelle - Mar 27, 2008 5:52:27 am PDT #7528 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

Happy Birthday Grace! I am so happy that yu are off your vent and will tell you so once I meet you and smother you in kisses.


shrift - Mar 27, 2008 5:59:13 am PDT #7529 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

You okay, shrift?

Mostly. My allergies have made me crabby and wobbly all week, and after I had an incident with a chef's knife Tuesday night (brought to you by the exclamations "oh dear" and "that's going to bleed"), I ascertained that I was more a danger to myself than to others and ought to stay in bed.

It was a very good decision. I stand by it. Or lie, as it were.