Buffy: So how'd she get away with the bad mojo stuff? Anya: Giles sold it to her. Giles: Well, I didn't know it was her. I mean, how could I? If it's any consolation, I may have overcharged her.

'Sleeper'


Natter 58: Let's call Venezuela!  

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.


Aims - Apr 14, 2008 11:41:58 am PDT #1708 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

HOW. HOW DID YOU GET HIM TO USE THE THING???????????????

Honey - ship her here for two weeks this summer. When you have her back, she'll be potty trained.

Better yet, I'll take two weeks this summer and bring Em. We'll help you get settled after the move.

And at some point, leave Pete and P alone with both girls for hours while you and Jilli and I shop.


Jesse - Apr 14, 2008 11:44:10 am PDT #1709 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Yep. In my hometown, you drank and blew shit up until you were old enough to drive. Then you drove out to a different field to drink and blow shit up, and maybe take a baseball bat to some mailboxes on the way home for a little something different.

So, this is common, then? That sounds just like where she's from.

If that was directed at me and not at the potty-training, I'm sure it was all in my head.

It's doesn't matter -- scary is scary!


Scrappy - Apr 14, 2008 11:46:28 am PDT #1710 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

Yeah, but it's good for kids to deal with scary--especially all-in-the-head scary, because then they learn you can be scared and keep going. That's an important lesson. Parents have to keep kids safe but allow them to face real fear and conquer it. You parents have a TOUGH JOB.


juliana - Apr 14, 2008 11:46:42 am PDT #1711 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

Yep. In my hometown, you drank and blew shit up until you were old enough to drive. Then you drove out to a different field to drink and blow shit up, and maybe take a baseball bat to some mailboxes on the way home for a little something different.

Drank, smoked up, and burned things. Then we drove to the river or to the shale heaps and gravel pits and drank, smoked up, and burned things. So yeah, I'd say common.


lisah - Apr 14, 2008 11:47:05 am PDT #1712 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate

It's doesn't matter -- scary is scary!

Childhood is often terrifying!


Jesse - Apr 14, 2008 11:47:31 am PDT #1713 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I'm still creeped out by Bruce Springsteen singing "I'm On Fire," because when I first heard it I thought it was actually about a man sneaking into a little girl's room and something about a knife etc etc.


DavidS - Apr 14, 2008 11:47:37 am PDT #1714 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Childhood is often terrifying!

That's why kids need German fairytales.


brenda m - Apr 14, 2008 11:51:32 am PDT #1715 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

and I half worry that she would stop to look at something or think about something and forget to go all the way to school.

Yes, I believe this was a major concern of my mother's. Don't think it ever actually happened though.


sarameg - Apr 14, 2008 11:52:12 am PDT #1716 of 10001

My dad totally blew stuff up. He made his own nitroglycerin at a shocking young age (he used to climb up on a ladder with a cap of it (!) and use an eyedropper to "bomb" toy cars.) . He filled his basement with chlorine gas, bleaching all the laundry my grandmother was drying down there. And burned down a cornfield.

But that was 50+ years ago, and he certainly didn't let us get that creative. He only let us cannibalize firecracker to blow shit up.


bon bon - Apr 14, 2008 11:54:47 am PDT #1717 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

That's why kids need German fairytales.

My collection of the original Grimm/HCA stories is one of my cherished possessions. I got it when I was six, I think. I still pretty much live in fear, but nsm of witches and siblings.