Ginger, I have a pathological need to clean my keyboard periodically...Mostly because I eat over/near it a lot of the time. Popping off all the buttons and swabbing under them can be zen fun. And then? It's a nice thing again!
Oh, at first it was confusing. Just the idea of computers was like — whoa! I'm eleven hundred years old! I had trouble adjusting to the idea of Lutherans.
Anya ,'Get It Done'
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.
beekaytee - Oct 18, 2008 7:34:49 am PDT #8518 of 10001
Compassionately intolerant
juliana - Oct 18, 2008 7:39:32 am PDT #8519 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
{{{{{Shir}}}}}
JZ and I saw a stage adaptation of "The Monk" last night, which was as entirely baroquely gothic as one would expect. Most enjoyable.
Vortex - Oct 18, 2008 7:56:00 am PDT #8520 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
We watched several of the first season and The Tick vs The Tick (which is my favorite)
The Tick vs. the common cold is my fave.
Nora Deirdre - Oct 18, 2008 8:01:09 am PDT #8521 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
To tell stories, to comfort each other. I didn't want to go there at first, but now I'm thinking it might be nice.
When Bob died, after the funeral, a group of us hung out in the kitchen telling stories, playing music (Bob and his wife Christine were musicians), laughing, and crying. It was great- a real tribute to the joy he brought and the love we all had for him and each other. When Christine died a few months later I felt blessed to have had that time with her.
I hope that you are able to find some comfort there.
Gadget_Girl - Oct 18, 2008 8:52:01 am PDT #8522 of 10001
Just call me "Siouxsie Shunshine".
the ax murderer from the internet!
When DH and I had just started dating, one of my friends at work began calling him "PINK" (Psycho InterNet Killer) or "Psycho Killer". He accepted it fairly graciously as she tended to nickname everyone (one teacher was called 'Deer In Headlights'). Just before DH and I got married she stopped me one day and asked DH's name because she didn't think it would be nice to write "Psycho Killer" on a card!
Glamcookie - Oct 18, 2008 8:56:43 am PDT #8523 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
I'm so sorry, Shir. That is just terrible.
omnis_audis - Oct 18, 2008 10:38:26 am PDT #8524 of 10001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
((((Shir))))
I'm just getting up now. It feels like I have a hangover, but I didn't drink last night I suspect sitting in a room of smokers till 4am playing poker is the cause. I came in second! Whee!! But ow.
Hil R. - Oct 18, 2008 10:57:32 am PDT #8525 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
{{{Shir}}}
This week's Modern Love column in the Times is even more ridiculous than most. [link] A little girl writes "I love Sarvis" on the bathroom wall of an elementary school, and Sarvis's mother reacts with, essentially, "No you don't! You can't possibly love Sarvis as much as I do!"
lisah - Oct 18, 2008 11:04:28 am PDT #8526 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate
Hil, that was super creepy!
Steph L. - Oct 18, 2008 11:06:50 am PDT #8527 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Sarvis's mother reacts with, essentially, "No you don't! You can't possibly love Sarvis as much as I do!"
That's....creepy and weird. But at least the article is something that 25-year-old Sarvis can print out and take to his therapist.
I'm thankful that, while my mom DID fuck me up, she didn't write about how she did it, and then publish it in the New York Goddamn Times.
Small favors, man. Small favors.