Fred: So you don't worry that it's possible for someone to send out a biological or electronic trigger that effectively overrides your own sense of ideals and values and replaces them with an alternative coercive agenda that reduces you to a mindless meat puppet? Shopkeeper: Wow. People used to think that I was paranoid.

'Time Bomb'


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.


Shir - May 28, 2010 12:04:56 am PDT #20621 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".

I'm sorry, meara.

This sounds to me like Swedish porn. Narrated by the Swedish chef.

Since Hungarian is closest to Finnish, that makes sense.

And also: don't you hate it when you get a flattery comment on a blog, which smells like a fishy spam with the link/attitude, but there's still an element of doubt that it's legit (Hebrew use of the word)? I think that the "newbie on the internet/just don't know how to use it" excuse should be exterminated (since that's where the doubt is). You watch and learn, grasshopper, you watch and learn. Only then comment.


WindSparrow - May 28, 2010 12:46:33 am PDT #20622 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.

Much ~ma to your friend, Sox.

Crocs are my new tiaras. I want them all. They are the most comfortable shoe I have ever worn. Good arch support, comfy, breathe, anti-microbial.
I wear them for work. Delicate flower of fat womanhood that I am, the arch support and the cushion are more than rubies to me. I highly recommend finding a Crocs outlet at an outlet mall, for spendy goodness.

Todd, get some Doc Martens. They're comfy and will always be rad.

My feeling about Doc Martens is that, if I'm going to throw down that much cash for a pair of shoes or boots, I don't want to have to throw down more for cushioned insoles with actual arch supports.


Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - May 28, 2010 1:18:04 am PDT #20623 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"

Shir: It's a bit rude of me, but in those situations I edit the comment to delete the link. This is, after all, your right as a blog owner.


Shir - May 28, 2010 1:26:51 am PDT #20624 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".

That's where I tend to, Seska.

He can practice on being vaguely understood in other realms of the internet.

Also: it took me a month and two hours to write what I want on my henna tattoo, but I just sent the instructions to my graphic-designer friend. Yay! I can't wait to wear it on me. If I would have ever made up my mind about the content of a tattoo, despite all my hate to unnecessary pain, I'm pretty sure the basic design I'd have on me.


Stephanie - May 28, 2010 3:33:30 am PDT #20625 of 30000
Trust my rage

When I was pregnant with Frisco, I developed major pain in the heel of one of my feet. I went and bought a pair of brown crocs and black crocs and wore them every day of the rest of my pregnancy. I wore the black ones until they fell apart and I still wear the brown ones.

I just tried to find a picture but i'm not sure they even make that style anymore. But they were cute and comfortable.


Aims - May 28, 2010 3:40:30 am PDT #20626 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.

See? People who never even wore gauchos back me up!


Sparky1 - May 28, 2010 3:52:39 am PDT #20627 of 30000
Librarian Warlord

I would never wear gauchos (sorry, Aims), but I love my croc sandals: [link]

I walked about two miles in those the weekend before Kalee was born without a problem.


Shir - May 28, 2010 3:53:29 am PDT #20628 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".

My mom is *this* close to drive the shit out of me. When that I say I need undisturbed time to study I do not mean, for some reason, to "come by every 20 minutes so we could have a little chat and ask me to do urgent stuff around the house that will take more than 25 minutes out of my "undisturbed time"".

And after, when she asks why I'm upset and I go "oh, I didn't have the time to finish my homework and now I'm too tired to even try to solve them. That's all", and she goes "oh, so what are you planning to do about it?", trying not to yell at her/burst into tears is very, very hard.


Aims - May 28, 2010 3:57:03 am PDT #20629 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.

@Sparky - no worries! Gauchos are not for everyone. And those are the Cleo sandals! I want a pair SO BAD.


smonster - May 28, 2010 3:58:20 am PDT #20630 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Shir, that sounds so frustrating. My sister has that problem, too, she lives at home. I don't suppose you can put up a "Do Not Disturb" sign, lock the door, and put on some headphones?

I wore gauchos and LOVED THEM. And I'm not ashamed. I loathe regular Crocs with the burning hatred of a thousand fiery suns, but will admit that some of their other styles border on cute.

I'm at work - we'll see how long I last. I've got a crapload of stuff to do AND meetings taking up a good chunk of my day, yay stress!