Stuck in studio. Not much to do. Y'all are silent.
'The Girl in Question'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
I never did much with spirit days. Gold day would be bad, as I look really awful in yellow.
As long as you don't care how ridiculous they are, you can get formal-wear pretty cheap. Nothing like a 1980s prom dress. But, yeah, a couple times a year would be my max, I think.
How about
- Cross-dressing Friday
- Identity swap Friday (dress like a co-worker)
- Rock Star Friday
- Zombie Friday
Y'all are very helpful with the following. By comparing who are you following I'm now deducting who's a buffista, and follows them.
Well, my name's the same, so I'm easy.
Shir, I'm following you on twitter. I don't think I have any Buffistas following me there, although I'm happy to have them!
What's the experiment about? (Feel free to just direct me to a post - I came home to about 600 posts on this thread alone...)
Seska, in short, and because I'm tired, it's about taking this book: [link] and using it as a field guide to Twitter.
Explanations to come.
Now I'm almost wishing I twittered. But not enough to start.
Now I'm almost wishing I twittered. But not enough to start.
I felt like that for ages, until I realised I could get some really interesting and/or grown-up stuff done with it (while having some fun too). I've even been doing campaigning via twitter. This has been weird, but very good.
Cookie Crisp (I hate the stuff. The Girl is living on it at the moment).
Shir, that book sounds fascinating. I might have to try and get hold of it. Once I've finished with everything else I need to read... but definitely looks worth investigating. Good luck with the twitter project!
Mom: "Are you on Facebook?"
Me: "I don't use it that much."
Mom: "But are you on it?"
Me: "Yeah, a little."
Mom: "Then why won't you accept my invite??"
Me: "Because you're my MOM."