Fire bad. Tree pretty.

Buffy ,'Chosen'


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.


Vortex - Aug 11, 2008 4:49:59 am PDT #907 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

the saga co tinues. Got to the house at 8:40. She was still in her robe. She proceeded to fuck around for HALF AN HOUR. Then she insisted on holding the directions, and gave me wrong info more than once. She did offer to fill up my tank, tho.


Tom Scola - Aug 11, 2008 5:10:27 am PDT #908 of 10001
Mr. Scola’s wardrobe by Botany 500

Then she insisted on holding the directions

Reminds me of today's xkcd.


Ginger - Aug 11, 2008 5:21:10 am PDT #909 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Half an hour? She's a piker compared with my mom, whom we often call the late Mrs. K. She takes half an hour to decide on earrings. I hate the fact that they act like your time is of no value, Vortex.


DavidS - Aug 11, 2008 5:29:16 am PDT #910 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Owen would say, "Now we're going to San Prancisco to see Mommy!"

Wait until he sees his fabulous new wand.


beth b - Aug 11, 2008 5:30:15 am PDT #911 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

car ma~~~

and monday ma~~~~


SuziQ - Aug 11, 2008 5:52:45 am PDT #912 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

CJ just left on the school bus. Our apartment faces the street, just down from the bus stop, so I hung out on the patio to watch the bus take off. Sniff...


Hil R. - Aug 11, 2008 6:05:54 am PDT #913 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

For the second day in a row, I woke up shaking and sweaty and terrified from a dream. Yesterday, it was that I was falsely accused of murder. Today, it was that I got a bad haircut. I think my subconscious needs to work on its priorities.


billytea - Aug 11, 2008 6:19:10 am PDT #914 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

For the second day in a row, I woke up shaking and sweaty and terrified from a dream. Yesterday, it was that I was falsely accused of murder. Today, it was that I got a bad haircut. I think my subconscious needs to work on its priorities.

Maybe you killed the hairdresser, and your subconscious is working it out Memento-style.


Jessica - Aug 11, 2008 6:20:08 am PDT #915 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

HOMG. No more travel for me until teleportation is perfected. MM, you're on this, right?

5 hour flight back turned into an 8+ hour flight back including 2 hours of circling the midwest and an unplanned layover in Pittsburgh to refuel and do some more circling while the weather on the East coast sorted itself out. We didn't get home until almost midnight, and did not see daylight except out the window of the plane. Dylan was a trooper the whole way through, but was way too fried by the end of it to be comforted out of screaming and thrashing his way through the last half hour of the flight. Fortunately our passenger-neighbors were understanding and made the obligatory "He's just saying what we're all thinking!" joke more than once.

But apart from that, The Trip was a whirlwind of fun and excitement! The wedding was wonderful - short but beautiful ceremony with a faaaaaaaaaaaabulous view of the bay, then a fun reception with dancing and cupcakes. I cannot thank Hec and JZ enough for babysitting for us. People (NOT the bride and groom) did keep coming up to us at the reception asking where Dylan was, not realizing that 8pm in SF = midnight in NY, and one year-olds at midnight after a 5 hour plane right are Not Fun People To Be Around At Parties.

My shoes were v v cute, but gave me horrible blisters. Ptui. Let us never speak of them again.

Saturday we had an AWESOME lunch at Megan Walker's. Dylan took a little while to get comfortable, but after we gave him some food to nibble on he was perfectly happy to wander around babbling at people and throwing himself headfirst onto Megan's giant comfy floor pillows.

Saturday night we went to the Giant's game with a bunch of people from the wedding party, but only stayed for 2 innings because Dylan was a bit of a jet-lagged wreck. Much happier once we got back to the hotel.

Then I went out rampaging with Juliana and Cash in North Beach, which was superfun but turned out not to be such a great move the next morning. Waking up at 4:30 after one has had delicious martinis and a strawberry mojito? UGH. I wasn't even hungover when I woke up because not enough time had passed - I was STILL DRUNK. Which meant the transition from drunk to hungover happened WHILE I WAS AWAKE. Note for next time - martinis on the SECOND-to last night in town. Not right before getting on a plane.

Also, I don't think we took any pictures. We lose at sharing with the internets! Sorry! I don't even know if I have any pictures of the lunch at Megan's because I was too busy keeping Dylan away from Breakable Things That Are Not Ours. But there were a lot of cameras around (Javachik's made me jealous) so I'm sure somebody has proof that we were there.

I skimmed the thread and would like to hug everyone in a non-intrusive mutually acceptable way. Especially Sean and Drew, who are both WAY overdue for the pendulum to swing back in the direction of awesomeness.

And extra birthday hugs for The Empress! Happy birthday, Aims!


Aims - Aug 11, 2008 6:22:25 am PDT #916 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Thank you, honey!!

What size are the shoes? she asked, innocently.