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?
Oh! I know this one! 'Slaying entails certain sacrifices, blah blah blahbity blah, I'm so stuffy, gimme a scone.'
Buffy ,'Help'
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.
§ ita § - Mar 28, 2009 1:26:52 pm PDT #4884 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
WindSparrow - Mar 28, 2009 2:01:26 pm PDT #4885 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
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.
beth b - Mar 28, 2009 2:24:06 pm PDT #4886 of 30000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
queeb?
Hil R. - Mar 28, 2009 4:38:13 pm PDT #4887 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
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.
Calli - Mar 28, 2009 4:50:33 pm PDT #4888 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
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).
Hil R. - Mar 28, 2009 4:54:29 pm PDT #4889 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
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.
billytea - Mar 28, 2009 5:32:34 pm PDT #4890 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
queeb?
Because what woman wouldn't want their ladysoftness dubbed by Jar Jar Binks?
Calli - Mar 28, 2009 5:51:53 pm PDT #4891 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
this guy is from the Upper Peninsula.
So was my dad. There are a whole lot of people in the UP whose ancestors came over from Finland around 100 years ago.
Laura - Mar 29, 2009 4:00:39 am PDT #4892 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Have a great presentation, Hil!
Barb - Mar 29, 2009 4:10:47 am PDT #4893 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
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:
Oh, wasn't that just howlingly funny, Erin? "Happy juice" and "slabs of roast beef" (was that what she referred to her ladyparts as?) had me just absolutely gaping in shock. And imagining the spinning on his codpiece like a top inspired some baaaaaad imagery.
Jane reviewed another "book" by that publisher that wasn't quite as horrific, but still sounded as if it had been written by a twelve year-old boy.
Happy that your date went well.
We had the horrible storms last night that came from Texas-- I've never in my life been frightened of thunderstorms, but apparently, the percoset seems to inspire some anxiety in me and I spent most of the night jerking awake and shaking in fear. As a result this morning I am tired, cranky, and my midsection is Very Unhappy.
I think more coffee is needed.