Big Cat Rescue [link] in Florida shows how they get ready for a hurricane. There are also a number of educational and/or cute videos available to watch on YouTube. I wholeheartedly recommend "Hope the Bobcat, episode 9" for total cuteness.
X-posty.
Reynolds, I'm a dangerous-minded man on a ship loaded with hurt. Now, why you got me chatting with your peons?
Womack ,'The Message'
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.
WindSparrow - Aug 26, 2008 3:51:23 am PDT #3187 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Emily - Aug 26, 2008 3:56:32 am PDT #3188 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
In completely random news, I must tell someone about the dream I had or it won't go away. Also, you're the only people who might possibly understand: it was "That 70's Show" slash. Hyde and Eric, despite being totally in love, had broken up and were out dancing with all their friends. And they kept getting blowjobs from other people while thinking about each other. And eventually they ended up in an alleyway at the same time (with Donna and Kelso or somebody doing the honors), watching each other. Oh, also they were wearing identical skirts (not, I must say, attractive skirts).
What a stupid damn dream. It's not just bad fanfiction, it's the kind of sappy dumb fanfiction I hate. They might as well have been dying of cancer and refusing to speak to each other while casting longing looks and getting pregnant by 15-foot penises on sentient cat-people. Shape up, brain!
Thank you. I needed to clear that out.
vw bug - Aug 26, 2008 4:06:16 am PDT #3189 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
So much safety~ma to your SIL, Laura.
Fashion question...for my internship interview today, can I get away with wearing nice sandals, or do I need to wear real shoes?
Nora Deirdre - Aug 26, 2008 4:09:03 am PDT #3190 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
But I had to laugh when she got her review and got a perfect score on "Sets Clear Boundaries"
You and me both. HA!
Fashion question...for my internship interview today, can I get away with wearing nice sandals, or do I need to wear real shoes?
I think sandals would be OK, as long as they aren't flip flops or anything.
vw bug - Aug 26, 2008 4:10:28 am PDT #3191 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
They are these in black: [link]
Nora Deirdre - Aug 26, 2008 4:12:44 am PDT #3192 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
I think that works. However, others more versed in the niceties of professionalism may want to chime in!
WindSparrow - Aug 26, 2008 4:17:20 am PDT #3193 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Ack, Emily! That is badfic dreaming.
Emily - Aug 26, 2008 4:18:55 am PDT #3194 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
It's never clear to me who thinks sandals are a problem. You might want to go closed-toe to be safe. It's like waitpersons introducing themselves, I think -- some people think it's awful and completely inappropriate, and others don't see why it's an issue at all.
That's my long-winded answer. Now to go work. Don't wanna!
Barb - Aug 26, 2008 4:22:18 am PDT #3195 of 10001
“Not dead yet!”
What type of internship, vw?
Lee - Aug 26, 2008 4:27:17 am PDT #3196 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
What a stupid damn dream. It's not just bad fanfiction, it's the kind of sappy dumb fanfiction I hate. They might as well have been dying of cancer and refusing to speak to each other while casting longing looks and getting pregnant by 15-foot penises on sentient cat-people. Shape up, brain!
You forgot the sex pollen.