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.
Huh.
Just got phonecall from the Extras People; I'd emailed them about extras work in the forthcoming John Cusack movie being filmed here in Bangkok (
Shanghai
), but this guy just phoned me to ask if I'd be interested in working on an ad that's being shot on Wednesday of this week, in the meanwhile.
I said yes.
I am now staring at the phone in puzzlement. I mean, if this is the folks I emailed, they know my height and weight. What on earth do they want me in an advert for? (Not being disingenuous or asking for hairpats - the adverts for SLIMMING PRODUCTS feature UK size 10 girls looking on wistfully as the size 6 girls get all the attention from the guys.)
Oh, Hil. That sounds miserable.
sj, that is EVIL! EVIL I tell you!
Oh, Fay, that's wicked cool! ETA: Or not...it just sounds cool, I guess.
One of the cats is teasing the dogs. It's pretty hysterical.
ION, CBD is packing up to go home. The dogs are going to miss him SO much. Molly especially. She wants nothing to do with me anymore. She is totally his girl. It's SO funny. She's got bad arthritis and a bad back hip, but she'll go up the stairs to be with him if I'm the only one downstairs. It's so funny and cute.
Meara, back in the early 90s when I had a summer job as a maid at one of those places that sends out teams of three maids in Dayton, OH, the hourly charge for a team of three was $50ish. We were making less than a dollar over minimum wage. I have no idea if that will be at all helpful in you guessing what would be reasonable for your situation.
Hil, shoulder~ma.
Poor Molly. Poor vw, too.
sj, no vacation is ever long enough, but it really does seem like you just got there, and I'm not even on your vacation.
No, vw - I think it's pretty cool, as an interesting and random thing to do with one's Wednesday. I'm just a bit bemused.
Oh, good. 'Cause I think it's wicked cool. You'll be famous! Or something...
The boy has a headache and has not left yet. Poor boy.
Ooh! You could mop his fevered brow?
Yeah, I'd be happy to, but he seems to want quiet and aloneness. Like I said, poor boy.
Also, in total dorkness, I met him four weeks ago today. Craziness.
I met him four weeks ago today.
Wow! That qualifies as a whirlwind, in my book. That's like, movie love! (Er, *good* movie, I should specify.)
Wow! That qualifies as a whirlwind, in my book.
I know. We were talking about that this morning at breakfast. We spent since Thursday night together in a house with three dogs, and we didn't kill each other. I think this just might be a good match...
