Speaking of the Food Network, I want this book! Alton Brown's Feasting on Asphalt: The River Run.
EDITED to fix link.
And you're sure this isn't just some fanboy thing? 'Cause I've fought more than a couple pimply, overweight vamps that called themselves Lestat.
Buffy ,'Lessons'
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.
Nora Deirdre - Apr 08, 2008 6:37:36 am PDT #3622 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Jessica - Apr 08, 2008 6:39:05 am PDT #3623 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Oh man, I should have ordered that with my B&N gift certificate! I stocked up on cheap scifi paperbacks instead. Oh well. Maybe someone will give it to me for Mother's Day.
JZ - Apr 08, 2008 6:44:07 am PDT #3624 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.
Meanwhile...more Buffistas should be on Facebook! Yes they should! That is all.
Awww, Fay... I am on Facebook, but I already ranted in the last Natter about how profoundly I don't get it. All those green walls and super pokes and virtual cupcakes and people wanting me to forward some picture of a teddy bear around the world--I'm lame and old and I don't understand any of it. I know there's some sort of Scrabble-y game there, which would be cool, but I don't know where it is or how to find it and Facebook doesn't seem to want to play nicely with Firefox, so mostly I just ignore the whole business.
Jessica - Apr 08, 2008 6:46:16 am PDT #3625 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Meanwhile...more Buffistas should be on Facebook! Yes they should! That is all.
And Buffistas which are on Facebook already should ALL be playing Word Twist and Scrabulous with me. Just sayin'.
Aims - Apr 08, 2008 6:50:55 am PDT #3626 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Hey honey - the dryer's fixed.
Vortex - Apr 08, 2008 6:51:43 am PDT #3627 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Am I total idiot because I can't figure out how to invite someone to Scrabulous. I can play if someone invites me, but I can't figure out how to initiate a game.
In my day, if you wanted to play Scrabble, you went to someone's house! And you walked uphill both ways in the blinding snow and scorching heat! And you had real tiles! And we wore an onion on our belts, as was the style at the time!
lisah - Apr 08, 2008 7:00:50 am PDT #3628 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate
Am I total idiot because I can't figure out how to invite someone to Scrabulous. I can play if someone invites me, but I can't figure out how to initiate a game.
Can you see the list of your current games? Above it is a menu (black w/ white type) and one of the options is New Game. Just click that and enter the name of you want to start the game with in the appropriate field.
I just started a game with you!
Sean K - Apr 08, 2008 7:05:55 am PDT #3629 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
And we wore an onion on our belts, as was the style at the time!
::LOVES on Vortex::
-t - Apr 08, 2008 7:14:01 am PDT #3630 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
JZ speaks for me wrt Facebook. I'll happily accept friending from anyone I think I recognise, but beyond that I am so completely at sea.
Potassium~ma for S, continuing job~ma for AImee (and clue~ma for her boss), and congratulations for vw!
Miracleman - Apr 08, 2008 7:17:24 am PDT #3631 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Hey honey - the dryer's fixed.
Woohoo! Clean underwear tonight!
Er...not that I'm not wearing clean underwear NOW, but...this might've been the last day were it not for the timely repair of the dryer.
Barring, of course, a trip to the laundromat. But such a venture would entail enough hauling and grunting and packing and swearing as might be found in your average preparation to scale Everest.