worked out in the yard for a bit -- but it is already too hot to stay out for long. I have eco -destruction to commit so I can make my drought tolerant garden. pout
Spike ,'Sleeper'
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.
Hmm, lots of sleet action and snow, but it's not freezing. It's slushy. I don't plan on going anywhere today, but it's nothing to panic about (weathermen, I'm looking at you.)
My date was fun -- very Buffista-like! Sent me this link yesterday, which has some of the most howlingly awful purple prose I have ever read, which is saying a lot:
My jaw literally dropped at the character name, and stayed dropped for the rest of the review -- it's AWESOMELY bad stuff!
I wonder if someone would go to the trouble of writing an entire novel as an April Fool's joke.
Ye gods, Erin. That's Spikenard bad. My skin crawls at most of it, not least of all the euphemism "codpiece." I imagine stitching and fancy embroidery and lots and lots of chafing and easily-lost foreign objects.
Is it too early for sequinage?
My date was fun -- very Buffista-like! Sent me this link yesterday, which has some of the most howlingly awful purple prose I have ever read
Badfic: the Buffista equivalent of flowers and candy.
queeb?
Gronklies. Just got back from first day at math conference. I'm presenting tomorrow. Bright and early tomorrow, at 8:30. Fun. There was a "banquet" tonight. I had potatoes and two rolls. There was a vegetarian option, but it was horrible, and I was only able to eat a few bites of it before giving up.
Sat with a bunch of people from Michigan Tech at the banquet. One of them insists that pasties (the meat-filled pie thing, not the stickers) are Finnish, and not Cornish as I claimed. I'm too tired to google right now.
We are supposedly in "downtown" Lexington. I just walked for about 15 minutes from the university back to the hotel, and passed exactly five other people, three of whom were from the same conference as me. It's kind of creepy.
One of them insists that pasties (the meat-filled pie thing, not the stickers) are Finnish, and not Cornish as I claimed.
Cornish miners brought the pastie to the copper mines of Michigan's Upper Penninsula, whereupon the Finnish immigrants claimed it (albeit, putting their own twists on it—mostly involving rutabaga and catsup).
OK. Interesting. And makes sense -- this guy is from the Upper Peninsula. He's the first person I've ever met who had to use two hands to show where in Michigan he's from.
queeb?
Because what woman wouldn't want their ladysoftness dubbed by Jar Jar Binks?