Oh, my cats tell me that sort of thing ALL the time. In fact, sometimes only minutes after actually eating their crunchies.
Silly creatures.
Also - the weather is playing April Fool's jokes: it snowed on my way to lunch today.
I'm 17. Looking at linoleum makes me want to have sex.
Xander ,'First Date'
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[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.
sumi - Apr 01, 2008 10:05:48 am PDT #2692 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
brenda m - Apr 01, 2008 10:19:12 am PDT #2693 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
Or the OMG WALK WE MUST WALK NOBODY EVER TOOK ME FOR A WALK EVEN ONE TIME WALK WALK OMG WALK dance I get treated to each evening.
beekaytee - Apr 01, 2008 10:20:53 am PDT #2694 of 10001
Compassionately intolerant
Yup, thassaright. Flying dog. Not going to tell you all the other things I can do but you really should give me that chicken now. Because you don't know what I'm capable of.
Now I'm scared.
When I give the dog something like a piece of chicken, he then walks around the whole house sniffing the floor, in case the chicken fairy has appeared somewhere else.
Bboy does this too. If I drop something on the floor, it is as if the floor created it, and therefore might be influenced to re-create it. A little snorgle oughta do it, is his worldview.
amych - Apr 01, 2008 10:22:32 am PDT #2695 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
butbutbutbut... the floor did make the bread! There was bread there just yesterday! Or... sometime! And it can make more! ... sometime!
hippocampus - Apr 01, 2008 10:23:59 am PDT #2696 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
Now I'm scared.
Tucker can actually mesmorize people into making scrambled eggs for her. And at 14 can jump pretty darn high. but spends far too much time engaging in the napping to use her talents for evil. she just likes to remind me who really owns the house and who is just allowed to live here.
eta: because she's really a cat in a dog's body.
beekaytee - Apr 01, 2008 10:27:19 am PDT #2697 of 10001
Compassionately intolerant
butbutbutbut... the floor did make the bread! There was bread there just yesterday! Or... sometime! And it can make more! ... sometime!
Yup. This is it. Especially the magic bread giving tree in the park. As soon as we are within a block, he's pulling for it. butbutbut...there was bread here just last year.
Tucker can actually mesmorize people into making scrambled eggs for her.
Whoa. That's some superpower!
Miracleman - Apr 01, 2008 10:30:51 am PDT #2698 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Phone: 'sup, buddy? *ring*
Me: You? You are the only thing in my life that can say 'April Fool's' right now and I will forgive.
Phone: Yeah, you wish. *ring*
Me: I *do* wish. I wish you were silent. I wish I had a magical pony that could fly and shit thousand dollar bills.
Phone: That image disturbs me like you would not believe. *ring*
Fuckcake O' the Day: Hi. My name is FCO'tD and I'm from BlahBlahCo and I'm trying to verify employment for RandomName Shitbiscuit.
Me: Okay. Can you give me Ms. Shitbiscuit's Social Security Number?
FCO'tD: Sure. Give me a second.
(interminable amount of time as FCO'tD rustles through papers, breathing like Darth Vader with sinus issues right into my ear)
FCO'tD: Okay, it's BLAH.
Me: Excellent. (typity type type) Can you verify that soc? It's not coming up in my system.
FCO'tD: BLAH.
Me: (typity type type) Yeah, sorry. Let me search by name. Can you verify the spelling of Shitbiscuit?
FCO'tD: S-H-I-T-B-I-S-C-U-I-T.
Me: Yeah, sorry. Not in our system.
FCO'tD: So does she work there?
Me: No. She's not in our system.
FCO'tD: Do you have paper records?
Me: Yes. They reflect what's in our system and vice versa.
FCO'tD: Can you check the paper records?
Me: ...no.
FCO'tD: Really?
Me: It wouldn't do any good. Not in my system = does not and did not work there.
FCO'tD: So you can't verify her employment.
Me: I can verify she does not and did not work here.
FCO'tD: She says she did.
Me: ...
FCO'tD: ...
Me: Well, she didn't.
FCO'tD: But she says she did.
Me: But she didn't.
FCO'tD: Okay. You're sure? BLAH for SSN?
Me: Yep.
FCO'tD: S-H-I-T-B-I-S-C-U-I-T?
Me: Yes!
FCO'tD: Okay. Thanks!
Phone: Man. That was...
Me: Yeah.
Phone: I'm still worried about the counterfeiting pegasus thing.
Me: Shut up.
Glamcookie - Apr 01, 2008 10:36:02 am PDT #2699 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
I'm taking a descriptive cataloging class this quarter that looks to be so very me. Ridic attention to detail? Check. Rules to look up and follow? Check.
Also, the first assignment is to create a description of the book Star Trek: The Next Generation Technical Manual. How awesome is that?
Emily - Apr 01, 2008 10:38:11 am PDT #2700 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
I am more enamored with my cat every damn day. How does that work? Shouldn't she be boring me? I've had her for going on 5 years now -- shouldn't we be having a little chat about needing our own space by now?
...Maybe I'm just not very good with people...
Oh well! Off to get my hair done!
beekaytee - Apr 01, 2008 10:46:19 am PDT #2701 of 10001
Compassionately intolerant
I am more enamored with my cat every damn day. How does that work? Shouldn't she be boring me? I've had her for going on 5 years now -- shouldn't we be having a little chat about needing our own space by now?
I know!!
On the 18th, Bartleby has been with me for 6 years...I can count the bad moments (not related to health) on one hand. He is such a joy.
So much so, I've been doing some self-hypnosis stuff (after being reminded of how much I like it by Paul McKenna) which requires an anchor moment that elevates your spirits. My moment? Watching Bartleby running through the park with his best friend Bob. The two of them are joy in a bottle.
Sigh. I love my boy.