Drusilla ,'Conversations with Dead People'
[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.
Mmmm...flexeril...mmmmm....
I know! It's hard to think that back when my back was so badly injured prior to surgery that I was taking 2 at a time, 4 times a day (maybe only 3, but that's still a lot), and it didn't feel like it was doing ANYTHING, both for the pain and to make me fuzzy-headed.
Now, *1* flexiril makes me all silly and "I love you, man!"
I'm not so sure you can't bring up comics; just don't spend an hour explaining how there have been 5 Robins (6 if you count Dark Knight Returns), and one of the Robins was Robin twice, and oh, did you mention Superboy-Prime PUNCHING A HOLE IN REALITY?!?
Hee. Yeah, I think that's generally what my dad means.
Is there any way you can separate yourself from the high expectations/stress of it being A Date To Meet A Potential Future Wife? Like, just tell yourself that your mom can view it however *she* wants, but to you it's just a chance to hang out with someone, nothing more? Because if you can mentally remove some of the high expectations, maybe you'll be more relaxed and things will go smoothly.
It's sort of good that I'm at a conference and already in Meeting People I Don't Know mode, so I can try to just think of her as a fellow medical writer, someone to Get to Know rather than someone to Potentially Marry.
I hope that some of that made sense.
It totally made sense! Except for the 5 Robins part. Dick, Jason, Tim...? I think Dick's apparently Batman now, but I don't know who Robin is.
Cash, Owen takes a bus to school, doesn't he? I was going to say I'd just mention it next time you drop him off, but since you don't drop him off, that doesn't really work. I don't think you HAVE to reply to the note, only if you want to let her know something about his behavior at home or whatever.
Also? Couldn't help but be reminded of Isaac and his transition issues, which mostly involve screaming "NOOOO! I don't want to go! NOOOOOO!!!" for about 10 minutes. So annoying. I sure hope he doesn't do that in kindergarten.
Except for the 5 Robins part. Dick, Jason, Tim...?
Spoiler and...wait you don't mean Carrie from Dark Knight Returns do you, Steph? Does the new Batman have a Robin? I'm out of touch.
Spoiler
Oh, right, I would have guessed Steph was Robin at some point.
wait you don't mean Carrie from Dark Knight Returns do you, Steph?
No, she said it was 6 with Carrie.
Does the new Batman have a Robin?
Maybe Tim again? She said one of them was Robin twice. Dick can't be Batman and Robin at the same time, Jason is evil or something, and Steph is Batgirl. So...it has to be Tim again. Right?
I agree with what everyone else said about blind dates, PC -- just treat it like getting to know someone.
Dick can't be Batman and Robin at the same time
DUDE, THAT WOULD BE COMEDY *GOLD*.
He'd be all swapping back and forth between the pixie boots and the cowl, and he'd never get out of the cave, and crime would run RAMPANT, and I WOULD LAUGH SO HARD.
It's the ultimate revenge of Two-Face.
Yay for job!
Boo for pain (my ankle started hurting yesterday. I fear it might be sympathy pain. Or that i stepped on it wrong. Or that the weather is changing. Who knows? This body doesn't always consult me.
I have no other comment on upthread events as i am super-high user number with no sense of history.
Good news: I signed for the house today! I should have keys monday after work *hapy dance*
Bad news: upon arriving home in my cloud of "OMG imma gonna be a homeowner next week!!!" my hard drive died. Like, died. Lappy won't boot, can't find a hard drive. Seems pretty fatal. Nearly an hour on the phone with Dell. Can't make any more decisions tonight. Must sleep, then will address financial woes of new hard drive + major bathroom renovation + paint, and floor coverings, and moving van, and maybe actual movers if can't find enough friends in portland to haul furniture....crapolla, i'm just making myself ever more flaily by thinking about this.
No, really, gonna go to sleep, then make lists tomorrow while trying to work as little as possible at work. Prayers for rain. People call the cops less on rainy days. (and for the record: i did NOT just sneeze and then couch up part of a bronchial. Nope. Totally didn't happen. No way. 100% healthy here.)
Yay, house! Sorry about the bad news portions, but, house! Yay!