Buffy ,'Empty Places'
[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.
My nerdy neighbors are doing it again
Guy 1: Dude, you know that "Cabin Fever" song from Muppet Treasure Island . . .
Guy 2: You mean, "I've got cabin fever"?
Guy 1: Dude!
Guy 3: Could be worse, you could have the Meow Mix song stuck in your head.
Guy 2: No! Don't!
Girl 1, in the distance: Meow meow meow meow
Guys 1 & 2: No!!
Catching Up...
EPIC_T is my HERO! Timing is wonderful! Thank you!!!!!!!!
Glad it got to you okay. I'm having a helluva week myself, your pleasure was a needed pick-me-up.
I have neither skipped nor skimmed, but is far too much to say anything beyond hugs & hairpats to those in need. {{{Bitches}}}...do we have a hairpat symbol?
...and also Curse you, wee Connie! That's one mother of an earworm you just transmitted via text! :)
Just finished being one of the presenters at an assessment. I was informed that I was going to be a presenter Monday afternoon. In an email that went out to the whole department announcing that I would be presenting without ever consulting me about it. When introducing the presenters to the assessor, the Engineer in question forgot to introduce me - I introduced myself as Chopped Liver. All of this after I scrambled my ass off for the past week to finish last-minute documentation submitted by this same engineer. Miraculously, I have not yet killed said Engineer. I think I deserve a treat.
Curse you, wee Connie! That's one mother of an earworm you just transmitted via text! :)
Hey, I have to live with it.
I think I deserve a treat.
Definitely! Your restraint is amazing.
I thought so.
Of course the guys in my dept. were apparently making "time of the month" jokes about me around month-end (I was psychotic). I also have not killed them. Also miraculously, because it IS "that time of the month". Heh.
On that note, here's one for the bee lovers.
This one cracks me up all out of proportion. I think it's the panic of the woman switching to her line in the last panel ("CIRCUSES ARE UP TO A THREE HEAD MINIMUM!")
The Boy and I keep saying it to each other whenever something causes us to stress out. ("Shit, I have to get the drive belt replaced on my car, and that's going to screw my budget totally and Christmas is coming and I'm not ready and" [interrupting] "CIRCUSES ARE UP TO A THREE HEAD MINIMUM!")
It's very effective at short-circuiting panic.
ION, I have to head out to a Christmas dinner-y thing that's also a high-school reunion-type thing that I would ordinarily avoid like the Black Death, but the two women who I'm actually still friends with said that they'd go if I go, and so we made a pact, and now I have to go eat salad with women I didn't like 20 years ago. Bah.
I like that one too, Tep. I love Wondermark.
I like that one too, Tep. I love Wondermark.
There are some fairly weird-ass ones that I don't get (or at least don't get why it's funny/supposed to be funny). But that happens with xkcd, too. On the whole, I love Wondermark and xkcd.
Okay, going to the reunion thing.
On the whole, I love Wondermark and xkcd.
And Dinosaur Comics!
Okay, here is the funny-yet-horrifying story of what happened to me last night. Remember that I had severe gastric distress, so be prepared. It is totally TMI.
After a long time in the bathroom, during which I thought I had, um, cleared out my entire digestive tract, I got ready for bed. Jason went into the bathroom for his own ablutions. We have another bathroom just outside the back door (freaky design by the former owners, don't ask) and I then realized I had an urgent need for it. I ran out the door, and was in the bathroom frantically trying to untie my pajama pants and, well, was unable to remove them in time. So then I was out there, filthy, shaking and faint and TOTALLY HUMILIATED. I stripped off my clothes and cleaned up. I went across the yard to put them in the garbage can, on my tiptoes so I wouldn't step on a stray twig at which point Jason came to the back door. At seeing me standing in the middle of the freezing backyard, naked, on my tiptoes, he looked totally confused. I told him I did NOT want to talk about it and then went inside and took the world's longest shower.
Thus are the tender intimate moments of marriage.