Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
As we're about 3-4 hours from this year's seder, I remembered an alternative seder I went to about 5 years ago, the night before the actual seder. Thought I might share it with you, as my desire to do anything but watching TV and eat seems to have left the building.
We were a bunch of TV fans friends, and we re-wrote the entire Haggadah into mostly sci-fi filks. We "blessed" upon glasses of coca cola and various snacks, accordingly.
I remember two piyyutim [link] we transformed into Buffy filks: One was Chad Gadya, [link] which became, under our loving hands, into Chad Darla. It told the story of who vamped who in the Buffyverse: hence, "One little goat, one little goat/Which my father bought for two zuzim" became "One Darla, One Darla/Which was very very ill".
The other one was this: [link] on which we told some of the story of Buffy: "When Buffy came forth out of Sunnydale, she went and changed her name to Anne/She worked as a waitress in a restaurant... People got old" is what I remember out of it.
I think we should meet and do it again. It was fun.
Glad to hear the pain is better, Ginger!
Thanks for all the brackets and attention for Louie, guys. He's mostly spending his time under the seder table in the living room in the past few hours, lurking and watching our preparations.
Meh. I might as well get dressed if I want a cup of coffee. AND I DO.
I have now been trying to schedule the damn hand surgeon for two hours. I finally have an appointment at 1:30, but now I'm on hold trying to get a referral and x-rays between now and then. I like Kaiser in many ways, but it's almost impossible to get someone on the phone.
Argh, Ginger, how frustrating. Glad it's not hurting as much today.
Glad Lou's feeling better to day, too, Shir.
I am in less pain today for the first time in about a week. This means I should really catch up on laundry, clean the kitchen, and go to the market, but what I really want to do is hide from the rain under a warm blanket.
Having fun with [link] 's script generator. "After being bitten by rabid penguins, a hyperactive supreme court justice finds love in the afterlife."
We were a bunch of TV fans friends, and we re-wrote the entire Haggadah into mostly sci-fi filks.
That's some dedicated genius, there.
Wishing you energy, sj.
Ginger, I hope the surgeon's office gets back to you!
Pesach Sameach to everyone sharing a seder tonight.
Gronk. Insomnia fairy was not kind last night. Up til 5am. Slept ok until 7:30 and called in for the morning. I'm about to head to the shower but damn I'm full of gronk. And also fighting something off.
Ginger, I don't think I've said yet - so sorry about your finger and I hope it is soon healed.
Love the Buffy seder. We won't have seder until Friday or Saturday night...
Aims, my sistah in gronk. I was up until 4 or so, made it in to work at 9:45.
Yes, Kaiser, I understand that doctors normally need 24 hours to answer messages. Next time I cut off my finger, I promise to pick a more convenient time.
I owe nothing to a man I chatted with six times if I didn't, like, promise him we'd talk every day or make virtual "dates" and stand him up, right?
Because there's this guy I chatted with, and then I pulled back, because although I liked him we miscommunicated kind of a lot. So, I stopped, for a bit thinking "Maybe he's not into me," which is, honestly, my default. But now he's all offended. And I think it's out of proportion. And he thinks I'm crazy cause I said "I thought I bored you," and he did that thing I hate that some guys do where he wants, like, cites, which I don't have cause it's a gut thing, and anyway, I was wrong, what a relief, right?
Um, not so much. Nothing like fighting before you have a relationship. I feel bad if I left him hanging, but I didn't kill his puppy, you know?
Who would think someone would miss talking to me that much? I know people that would get a parade permit if I quit talking to them(Nobody here, I hope)
I think now I was right the first time and he's git. but I have this reservoir of primal guilt inside me so it doesn't take much.