Everybody plays each other. That's all anybody ever does. We play parts.

Saffron ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness  

[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.


Frankenbuddha - May 22, 2008 8:18:05 am PDT #115 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

Oh, for crying out loud. I totally just spaced out on my therapy appointment. I suck!

Did you at least get your meatball sub?

And, my thesis buddy was actually relieved when I asked about rescheduling. She's got some things she still has to finish up before graduating and this gives her some breathing room too. We were both pushing through for the party this weekend for the other person, which kind of cracks me up.

You may also get more people able to make it on a non-holiday weekend.


vw bug - May 22, 2008 8:21:02 am PDT #116 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

You may also get more people able to make it on a non-holiday weekend.

That's what I'm hoping.


Nora Deirdre - May 22, 2008 8:27:32 am PDT #117 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

No, it was raining so I went to Au Bon Pain for soup and sandwich.


Cashmere - May 22, 2008 8:31:53 am PDT #118 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

Raise~ma, Suzi!

Glad you had a good start, Aims!

We had DQ for lunch and Olivia dipped her french fries in her ice cream. I never taught her that. Must be genetic.


vw bug - May 22, 2008 8:32:22 am PDT #119 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Mmmm...Au Bon Pain soup and sandwich. That sounds yum.


Frankenbuddha - May 22, 2008 8:37:43 am PDT #120 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

Mmmm...Au Bon Pain soup and sandwich. That sounds yum.

I was about to say.


lisah - May 22, 2008 8:37:49 am PDT #121 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate

We had DQ for lunch and Olivia dipped her french fries in her ice cream. I never taught her that. Must be genetic.

I have the lunch envy!!!


brenda m - May 22, 2008 8:39:16 am PDT #122 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

When someone asks you to arrange a meeting, and you painstakingly contact everyone on a list, find the best possible time for the group, reserve a room, and send out an email notification--and then two days later get a message from the person who asked you to do all this, saying that the group that you'd scheduled for next Wed. at 10:30 will be meeting Thurs. at 10:00, and can you please let the group know? With no explanation, apology, or even acknowledgment that you'd arranged something different.

I'm a fan of the passive aggressive innocent response. "Of course! Is that in addition to the 10:30 Wednesday meeting that all participants already confirmed for, or do we need to ask them all to reschedule?"


Susan W. - May 22, 2008 8:47:15 am PDT #123 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

I'm a fan of the passive aggressive innocent response. "Of course! Is that in addition to the 10:30 Wednesday meeting that all participants already confirmed for, or do we need to ask them all to reschedule?"

Heh. Wish I hadn't already replied.

Turns out there was a perfectly good rationale--K had a conflict come up on Wednesday, and he's the chair of the committee. So if N had just included a line to that effect and said, "So I went ahead and found a new time because I know you're busy," all would've been good. Or, just, you know, rescheduled and not bothered to tell me at all. I'm fine with being TOTALLY out of the occasional loop. It's just partial info that drives me crazy.


Steph L. - May 22, 2008 8:52:57 am PDT #124 of 10001
the hardest to learn / was the least complicated

Eyelids have de-puffed about 80% -- now they just look puffy like I didn't get enough sleep. (Which, come to think of it, I didn't.)

Still itchy, still flushed, still waiting for Dr. to call me back. (To be fair, I didn't say it was an emergency when I called his office, and he generally returns calls after 4:30 p.m. or so. And since I don't seem to be in anaphylactic shock, I can wait for the callback.)