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!
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.
Next, they'll be txting me.
I text my daughter. Ummmmm. Yeah.
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.
CASSSSSSSSSSSS! Happy birthday! Many happy Grand Prix to you!!
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!
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.
My daughter and I text. Not on a daily basis, but if we need a quick yes/no answer, text is best.
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!
o-a, my exBF used to call that the couch vortex. They are evil and suck you in and don't want to let you go.
still here. Ya, vortex works. Hey! If I flip the futon over, the cover is black on that side, it could be the black hole! Ya, good thing I'm tossing it for a real couch when I move.
OK, silly question here. someone has been trying to add me on Yahoo Messenger for a couple weeks now. I keep clicking "Deny" with the note "I'm sorry, I don't recognize your e-mail address, please send a note as to who you are". And yet they continue to request authorization to add me. Is anyone on the list "emily_er37/@/hotmail/./com" I'm wondering if Adium isn't passing the message down, or if it's not passing the message back up from her (I assume her since the addy has Emily in it, but it's the internet, ya never know).