Gee, what a fun game. Maybe we can play something else?
Lindsey: Why--why did you... Lorne: One last job. You're not part of the solution, Lindsey. You never will be. Lindsey: You kill me? A flunky?! I'm not just...Angel...kills me. You...Angel... Lorne: Good night, folks.
'Not Fade Away'
Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[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.
DavidS - Aug 11, 2008 10:53:48 am PDT #1051 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Frankenbuddha - Aug 11, 2008 10:54:38 am PDT #1052 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Gee, what a fun game. Maybe we can play something else?
We can talk about cats.
Barb - Aug 11, 2008 10:54:48 am PDT #1053 of 10001
“Not dead yet!”
Okay, I lied, because this sounds wicked good--
Vuaka Kei Na Ura Tavuteke (Pan-fried fillets of pork and shrimp with asparagus, broccoli and vudi [plantains] in orange sauce.)
And based on our Khorkina discussion, this bit of narrative from the cookbook had me snorting Diet Coke up my nose:
The first impression I got from the emu I encountered in semi-captivity within an animal park in Australia was hostility. A wire fence separated us, and I was glad for the barrier. The animal stalked over to me, fixed me with a beady eye, opened its powerful beak and exhaled vorcibly and rather foully in my face. I then commenced to strut back and forth on its large, three-toed feet, like a drill sergeant reprimanding a recruit. I promptly abandoned any attempts at encouraging friendship.
A few days later, at a chic bush-food restuarant in Canberra, I retaliated. I ordered emu satay with a citrus-honey glaze. [...] (I suspect this particular emu had placed first in the 1600-mile race around the Great Australian Bight region between Perth and Adelaide. The meat was well exercised, in a word--tough.
::still snickering as she goes back to skimming recipes::
DavidS - Aug 11, 2008 10:55:19 am PDT #1054 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
We can talk about cats.
Beautiful. I love torties.
Jessica - Aug 11, 2008 10:58:12 am PDT #1055 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Hec, we should talk about planning Dylan and Matilda's wedding. We already have plenty of adorable videos to show and embarrass them with!
Frankenbuddha - Aug 11, 2008 10:58:38 am PDT #1056 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Well, it looks MM finally started on the teleporter. Looks to have a few bugs though: [link]
Sparky1 - Aug 11, 2008 11:00:08 am PDT #1057 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
Stanford pays crap, Vortex. UCB paid (much) better for admin/staff/library positions. But it would be a nice place for them to fly you out for an interview.
Trudy Booth - Aug 11, 2008 11:00:25 am PDT #1058 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
We can talk about cats.
Short-haired cats!
hippocampus - Aug 11, 2008 11:00:53 am PDT #1059 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
kermit-waves to Javachik ... checks calendar.... nope, not October yet. ... Books flight to Barb's.
(... tickets cancelled because of lack of funds on corporate sponsor card credit card.... Boo).
amych - Aug 11, 2008 11:02:05 am PDT #1060 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I think I've mentioned that my office windows look out on a lovely shady patio, which means that every smoker in the whole university comes to take their breaks outside my window? And that the uninsulated old leaded glass windows mean that I can hear every last word that's said out there, including ugly screaming breakups, financial details, and all kinds of suchlike? (And that the same windows lead to second-hand smoke nigh unto working in a bar)
And if so, I've also mentioned the one dude who spends 3 hours of every work day (two 45-minute smoke breaks and an hour and half lunch! I want that schedule!) loudly holding court to his female companions?
Well, all is forgiven.
He's been holding forth for the last half hour or so (in all caps. He talks in all caps. All the time) about I WAS TALKING TO BARBARA THIS ONE TIME, SHORTLY BEFORE SHE MURDERED HER HUSBAND.