Jayne ,'The Train Job'
[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.
Oh! But one more funny thing. I called my mom to complain about her posting that picture of me and the bride, and she agreed to delete it, but not before commenting, "I just posted this! How has it already had 18 views?!" Um...because I posted a link to the board so everyone could see how awful it was.
So, now the link is dead. Sorry guys! It's as dead as my brain. Maybe deader!
"Oral History: That's What She Said"
Heh - my sister did once title a queer studies paper "Dude, That's So Gay," but it was kind of a special case.
ION, baby loves Roomba.
ION, baby loves Roomba.
DED of the cute.
I saw that earlier, Jess, and immediately hoped that D didn't end up with a Buster-like fixation on the thing - "I am a monster!"
And for my own pics spam, may I present my dog Chile Pepper, bathed in the glow of a fiery sunset? Right after this damned photo was taken, I dropped the camera and smashed the lens to bits. Damn it.
Right after this damned photo was taken, I dropped the camera and smashed the lens to bits. Damn it.
Aww, that sucks. The photo is beautiful, though. At least your camera went out, um... doing what it loved best, or something.
Thanks Tommy. I only got the camera in February and was very iffy about it until I really read the manual and paid attention to the settings. And so of course the minute I actually really *got* how to work it, it gets smashed like a smashed thing.
I thank goodness it was my $230 Canon and not the boyfriend's Nikon D80 that got smashed. That would be a lot more than an annoyance.
Owie. I think I've been grinding my teeth or something, because my TMJ is acting up horribly. Opening my mouth more than about an inch, or closing my teeth all the way, is sending shooting pain down my neck and shoulder. And, because I'm an idiot, I don't have any Tylenol or Advil here. Ow ow ow.
Narrative Inheritance: Oral History As Literature
I always prefer the concrete so I'd go with...
Handing Down Stories: Oral History As Literature
javachik, I love that picture. I'm glad the camera lasted long enough to get that gorgeous shot.
Hil, hope you get relief soon.
I've got a bag of frozen edamame on it now. Seems to be helping some. (And I've learned that, when grabbing something from the freezer to be an ice pack, frozen berries is NOT the answer. I've still got some purple splotches on my rug from that.)