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.
Sheesh, omnis, what a pain that Time Warner is being for you. I hope they get that stuff straightened around soon.
I do not quite get the "glistening" reference, so forgive my ignorance.
Have you ever heard the saying, "Ladies don't sweat, they glisten"? Sweating is far too vulgar a bodily function for a proper lady to indulge in. She should have better self control than to allow it. And if by chance she should fail in her duty to not sweat, she should never admit to having done so. Hence the need for a euphemism. Also, there is some implication that a lady should not work hard enough at anything to work up a sweat.
My own sensibilities lean toward not minding any non-derogatory term for us female type persons, so long as the status equivalent for the male type persons is in use. I'm happy being a gal among the guys, a woman with the men, a lady with the gentlemen. But if the men are up to something and I'm in it with them, I don't much fancy being put up on a pedestal as a lady. Now that you mention it, I can see how you were after economy of letters. And I wasn't terribly het up about it myself, but I do see the reasoning.
Ladies don't sweat, they glisten
wow, I missed something in the culture lexicon. Trust me, women sweat! Although, I did have one actress refuse to have her wireless mic transmitter pack encased in a condom, because she claimed she couldn't sweat. This was told to me AFTER she mentioned that she was a bit offended at the thought of a condom that close to her, or some such. Since the production was an outdoor summer theater in Kentucky, I said, if you don't sweat, you will get rained upon. Either way, the condom stays.
Anyhow, sweat isn't vulgar, it's a natural thing. It's crazy humans that put a vulgar tag on it.
Heading to bed. really. I swear. Must get more sleep tonight. Silly Olympics! Why couldn't I be off this week?
Timelies!
So, I survived dinner with CBD's family last night. Dare I say? It was even fun. They seemed to like me. Ok, CBD said they love me, so YAY! How is it that we've met each others parents, and it's been relatively un-traumatic? That seems wrong. But, I'm gonna go with it.
I wore my new outfit and felt pretty, so that was good. Here's me last night (it's focused on upper-half to get the necklace, which was made by my cousin): [link]
His family is really nice and cool and forward thinking. His sister spent her summer as an intern at the DNC helping write the DNC platform, so she had tons of cool stories about meeting all kinds of interesting people.
One funny little story. His parents are currently moving out of his childhood house and into a condo, so they've been packing, packing, packing. I started empathizing, saying how much I hate packing and moving. And CBD got all guilty looking, and said, "But you still helped me move." And I said, "Helped?" And he responded, "Yes, you were integral to my move." And his dad said, "We wondered how that went so smoothly!" HA!
So, I survived dinner with CBD's family last night. Dare I say? It was even fun. They seemed to like me. Ok, CBD said they love me, so YAY! How is it that we've met each others parents, and it's been relatively un-traumatic? That seems wrong. But, I'm gonna go with it.
Yay, vw! You look very pretty!
John Travolta has nothing on me! I am currently checking MM's calculations for the transporter. I think I know how the cat's head ended up as it did. According to my calculations, there were, in fact, TWO cats! My brain is of the awesome now!
DAMN YOU, NIKOLA TESLA!!
t /obscure "The Prestige" joke
Anyhow, sweat isn't vulgar, it's a natural thing. It's crazy humans that put a vulgar tag on it.
I think in this context "vulgar" is meant by its other definitions, i.e. "lacking in cultivation, perception or taste" and "of or relating to the common people."
quick, MM, I need a flaming cow for work.
I am agog, and it is not even time for most people to be at their desks. This is going to be a great day. Also? My new part-time setup? Hah - suprise! Part time paycheck... but guess what.
SMASH. SMASH SMASH SMASHSMASHMASHMASH..
also. Timelies! and very pretty Bug!
DAMN YOU, NIKOLA TESLA!!
Hee.
So, it turns out I'm
not a Cylon,
my computer speakers really are picking up radio signals. Reeeeeeeeeeeally annoying.
quick, MM, I need a flaming cow for work.
Okay.
Duck.
Doesn't matter. Am in a different city. Fire away.
Dear Self: You cannot start out an email with "Dear Dickhead," even if the situation described, which has already been escalated to "we need a meeting to discuss this and other items that should be developed that I've pointed out to people", is entirely that person's fault. Just. Can't.
Self: ok. Though he really deserves it. ... What about "Dear PEBKAC,"?
