I am hungry, yet food is not magically appearing in front of me. Why? It's so unfair.
I suppose I need to go grocery shopping. Or possibly just go to Chipotle.
Mal: Inara, think you could stoop to being on my arm? Inara: Will you wash it first?
'Heart Of Gold'
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.
Pix - Jun 17, 2008 3:56:02 pm PDT #3857 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
amych - Jun 17, 2008 3:58:06 pm PDT #3858 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
In totally other news, the fact that my mother just pinged me means (fairly undeniably) that my parents know about the IM, and I can no longer pretend not to see them in the buddy list because they just happen to be logged in to gmail at the time.
Next, they'll be txting me.
omnis_audis - Jun 17, 2008 3:58:56 pm PDT #3859 of 10001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
You need to get one of them Food Dispenser things that stems from the Transporter technology that MM is working on... well, he **SAYS** he's working on. "computer, 1 serving of sausage lasagna please" :: swirly sparkles with whirring sound :: POOF! Dinner!
SuziQ - Jun 17, 2008 4:00:53 pm PDT #3860 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Next, they'll be txting me.
I text my daughter. Ummmmm. Yeah.
omnis_audis - Jun 17, 2008 4:03:30 pm PDT #3861 of 10001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
I tried to teach my family texting, as it is often the best way to communicate while I am stuck in tech rehearsals. Alas, apparently I am the only one in the family who can figure out that silly 333 = "F" type of thing. Of course, now with the iPhone, I just type away. Whatever.
javachik - Jun 17, 2008 4:08:39 pm PDT #3862 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
CASSSSSSSSSSSS! Happy birthday! Many happy Grand Prix to you!!
amych - Jun 17, 2008 4:10:48 pm PDT #3863 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I text my daughter. Ummmmm. Yeah.
I will note that I'm your age, not your daughter's. I have no problem with texting her generation, in the form of students, kid fencers, the how-the-fuck-is-he-a-teenager nephew... The Parents, otoh, do not IM!
SuziQ - Jun 17, 2008 4:29:09 pm PDT #3864 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
True, amych, true. It is funny the responses I get about texting. Her friends think it is cool that we text. My co-workers think it is odd.
I do have one "friend" who will send e-mail sized text messages to me. Drives me nuts. If you have that much to say, hang on until you are near a computer.
SailAweigh - Jun 17, 2008 4:31:18 pm PDT #3865 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
My daughter and I text. Not on a daily basis, but if we need a quick yes/no answer, text is best.
omnis_audis - Jun 17, 2008 4:40:54 pm PDT #3866 of 10001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
I have determined something. My futon couch. The mattress pad. When you sit in it for prolonged periods, say 15 minutes or more, reminds me of the swamp in "Never Ending Story". Sucks you in. Keeps you from *wanting* to do anything. Once out, there is happiness, sleep, productivity, food, whatever. But while sitting in it, NOTHING GETS DONE.
OK, here is me trying to get up to rustle up some food. one... two... three!