Many of the commentary songs are as good as the songs in the musical itself.
'War Stories'
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 am trying to type while holding cat Harvey across my chest in a sling Andi just sewed.
Harvey seems to enjoy it. He just put out his forepaw and touched my chin.
Gah, blood poisoning. It's what put me in the hospital. And I've always resented that I wasn't more with it so I could have done some writing while I was there. Apparently I slept a lot and stared at the television.
ION, I went to see Twilight with Hubby today. It didn't suck. Pun not intended. There were some intensely silly bits, but it was internally consistent, the peripheral characters and the back story show promise, and it was beautifully shot. I can definitely see how it's 14-year-old girl's ultimate fantasy, but since I have very unsophisticated tastes, I allowed myself to wallow in the Great Tragic Romance of it all.
Still, back off on Edward's lipstick and eye liner. He almost looks like Captain Jack Sparrow in a few scenes.
Can someone inform my upstairs neighbors that they do not live in this building alone? Because if I do it, I'm going to need a good alibi.
Goodness, Stephanie. Much health~ma to Ellie and coping~ma to you. I'm glad your mom will be able to come over and help.
Echoing all the health~ma for Ellie and coping~ma for the rest of you.
CJ and I had a nice lunch with a couple of other families from the dojo. He is now over at one of their houses, hanging out with 3 girls. Sounds rough for a 12 year old boy, eh?
SJ, you were here in Dallas. Watching us s-l-o-w-l-y rehearse this new show about steroids in baseball. It's cold in the theater. Let me know if you need more details, k?
(um, what do you look like? In case the cops come asking with a picture, I don't want to go "who is that?")
Lots of healing~ma to Ellie.
I've got a meeting with my advisor tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to it. In addition to much else that I know will be aggravating, he's going to look at the brace on my wrist or the ice pack on my shoulder and ask something like, "When is all that going to be over with so that you can concentrate on your work?" Um, never. Permanent condition here.
Hil, can you smack him? That's so inappropriate.
blame the loss of cognitive thought on the pain meds. Just claim you don't remember a thing. With the time change, you took your meds twice or something.