Dream Girl ,'Bring On The Night'
[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.
We're having family movie night. We started off with Australia, but we all agreed that it was not sufficiently festive, and so we switched to Love Actually.
That's fair. I think one really needs to be Australian to feel the holiday spirit from watching Jack Thompson get trampled to death and Bryan Brown eaten by a crocodile.
Here's an idiom for you: Grandpa looked at my brother and said, "You look like you been suckin' the hind titty." By which I think he was referring to the fact that my brother looked tired and weak, since he'd been traveling all day. B/c runts get the hind titty, doncha know.
Funeral tomorrow. My brother is apparently a pallbearer. I had a tiny moment of feminist ire over that, but let it pass. Not about me.
Quiet in here tonight.
Grandpa looked at my brother and said, "You look like you been suckin' the hind titty."
Ooh! Good one.
::files away for writerly use later::
That's better than "you look like you been rode hard and put away wet" - which has been exhausted.
GI Joe paradies [link]
They aren't as funny as my imagination made them to be. More surreal/stupid. But entertaining none the less. They get better halfway through.
Morning, all. Up early as I must finish the writing part of the dissertation today, or people will die my chances of actually handing this thing in on Monday will start getting very remote indeed.
One-man play about the French horn player was very fun.
We are trying to plan a journey through London. The young LGBT Christian group I used to belong to (before I got too old) is having a 20th anniversary party in south London. I have to get there, via an accessible route, from north London. Planning this is like solving riddles about crossing rivers with a wolf, a goat and a sack of grain.
I started typing here few things. Then I realized it became a blog post, so that's where I took it to. [link]
Good luck finishing your dissertation, Seska!
I am enjoying another peaceful beach morning. I could get used to this way too easily.
Seems like the Shalit deal might be happening soon: [link]
Humm. That means I really have to finish that God damn paper to watch TV.
There are NO MORE words I can take out! None! And I have 15,000 words and the limit was 12,000! If I go more than 5% over the word limit, I will lose significant marks. This is just impossible.
But thanks for the good luck, sj :) (I envy your beach weather. We have cooooold.)
I almost want to say "fuck them. Give it as it goes, and let them bash their little tiny heads that can't understand that sometimes the word limit is stupid and unnecessary into the wall of your paper's awesomeness", but I'm not sure I'd take that risk myself.
But congrats!