Wesley: All right. I'm going to let you all in on something you may have trouble comprehending. I assure you however-- Gunn: Vampires are real. Wesley: I was telling!

'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'


Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.  

[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.


Fred Pete - Jan 07, 2009 7:02:47 am PST #7134 of 10000
Ann, that's a ferret.

Answers to various questions:

Why does the merest mention of Raiders of the Lost Ark set the "Well of Souls" theme going in my head for hours?

Because it beats talking to the latest FCotD?

Why does any mention of snow set me up for hours of "Let It Snow" or "Walking in the Winter Wonderland?"

Because you and I have the same mother. Who, every time we had a snow day, would wake us up with "Let It Snow."

Where have all the flowers gone?

It's January. We're in the Northern Hemisphere.

Would this mean that people have to refrain from using the words finesse, snow and November in my presence?

I might add an exception for necessity. I mean, there are only so many words that describe the period between October and December.


DavidS - Jan 07, 2009 7:07:38 am PST #7135 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Happy birthday, Joe! Let the smiting begin!

I presume that given leave to indulge yourself, the first or second thing on your list would be to smite.


Ginger - Jan 07, 2009 7:15:46 am PST #7136 of 10000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

vw, could they decorate cards or make bracelets?

Because you and I have the same mother. Who, every time we had a snow day, would wake us up with "Let It Snow."

Does your mother sing "Don't that old moon look lonely/Shining through the trees" every time she sees the moon? Did she ever wake you up singing "Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning?"


Miracleman - Jan 07, 2009 7:16:36 am PST #7137 of 10000
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020

I presume that given leave to indulge yourself, the first or second thing on your list would be to smite.

You're not wrong.


vw bug - Jan 07, 2009 7:18:15 am PST #7138 of 10000
Mostly lurking...

vw, could they decorate cards or make bracelets?

you know, we haven't decorated cards yet this year. We should do that. We make jewelry quite a lot, actually. I just ordered these fabulously fun foam snowflake beads that I think they're gonna flip over.

I really do have plenty of activities. This is just one I had planned on that I'm now rethinking. I made a huge Oriental Trading order yesterday, so we'll be set for a while once it comes.


DavidS - Jan 07, 2009 7:18:42 am PST #7139 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

You're not wrong.

Then lay about you with heavy fists, sir! It's your birthday.


vw bug - Jan 07, 2009 7:19:15 am PST #7140 of 10000
Mostly lurking...

And now I really must stop productively procrastinating and get to what is actually supposed to be getting done today.

Also, I said this elsewhere but will say here as well, Happy Birthday, Joe!


Fred Pete - Jan 07, 2009 7:20:30 am PST #7141 of 10000
Ann, that's a ferret.

Does your mother sing "Don't that old moon look lonely/Shining through the trees" every time she sees the moon? Did she ever wake you up singing "Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning?"

No. She always said she couldn't sing. "Let It Snow" and hymns in church (where she was one of a large congregation)kind of covered her repertoire.


beekaytee - Jan 07, 2009 7:21:54 am PST #7142 of 10000
Compassionately intolerant

Happy Natal Day MM! We give thanks to the gods that set you upon the world.

eta: Um. That should be "who set you", right grammarians?


Ginger - Jan 07, 2009 7:22:32 am PST #7143 of 10000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

My mother can't sing particularly well, but it's never stopped her.