I think Mom is afraid of clowns because she was a shy child whom people tried to draw out more than floppy-shoe trauma.
Giles: Stop that, you two. Riley: He started it... Xander: He called me a bad name! I think
it was bad; it might have been Latin.
'Selfless'
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.
erikaj - Dec 18, 2009 4:44:17 pm PST #4289 of 30000
Always Anti-fascist!
beth b - Dec 18, 2009 4:49:58 pm PST #4290 of 30000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
health ma~~~ for you mom, erika
DCJensen - Dec 18, 2009 4:53:42 pm PST #4291 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.
erika, my friend from college has an extreme fear of clowns. In college she almost wrecked her car because she saw a clown driving past her on the freeway in full gear.
At least he was obvious. So many undercover clowns on the freeway...
Hil R. - Dec 18, 2009 4:56:17 pm PST #4292 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
My mother called me to tell me that she bought me a cookbook for Chanukah, but she started reading through it and really liked it, so she's keeping it for herself, but she's going to cook me stuff from it.
DCJensen - Dec 18, 2009 4:58:39 pm PST #4293 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.
KBD is singing Pearl Jam's "Jeremy" like Frank Sinatra.
To Windsparrow's horror, in the last few days I have tried to sing both "Bohemian Rhapsody" and "The Rainbow Connection" like Johnny Cash.
Zenkitty - Dec 18, 2009 5:28:26 pm PST #4294 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Windsparrow, thanks for the cat info! He is doing better now. And thanks for the link to the Ultimate Zoom-Out. Awesome, in the truest sense.
I don't understand "clown fear". Is it the Uncanny Valley thing?
It is snowing like a mofo. There's probably 7 inches already and it's still coming down hard. I can enjoy the prettiness because I don't have to leave the house, but I am a bit worried about "my" stray kitties. There's food and warm covered baskets on the porch, but still.
Just realized I missed a mandatory company-wide meeting last week that telecommuters are supposed to attend virtually. It seems that no one has noticed.
FTR, I am an INFP. I think. It's been a while since I took the MB, and I didn't care.
Aims, FWIW, I sympathize with your dilemma about Suzy. My BFF G.'s daughter is the worst case of ADHD I've ever seen; even with Ritalin she's hyper, without it she's a little hurricane. G. is constantly on edge because she never knows what the kid is going to do next. If Suzy's mother is young, I'm sure she's overwhelmed.
Jessica - Dec 18, 2009 6:05:02 pm PST #4295 of 30000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
My mother called me to tell me that she bought me a cookbook for Chanukah, but she started reading through it and really liked it, so she's keeping it for herself, but she's going to cook me stuff from it.
Haha - I've done that before. But I usually wind up buying a second copy for the original intended giftee.
WindSparrow - Dec 18, 2009 6:09:13 pm PST #4296 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 mom~ma, erika.
You are definitely welcome, Zenkitty.
Vortex - Dec 18, 2009 8:35:04 pm PST #4297 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
well, it's snowpacolypse in DC. supposed to get 14-20 inches. I made it home from the theatre fine; a brief scary moment going down the ramp to the garage, but my car is safely in my very expensive parking space.
I passed 5 plows on my way home, but none of them were actually plowing.
Zenkitty - Dec 18, 2009 9:54:34 pm PST #4298 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
We don't even have plows! A couple good ol' boys just went by in big-ass pickup trucks; maybe that tamped the snow down enough for cars. Nobody should be driving in this anyway. Two feet! Of snow! Pocalypse!
If I could control them with my mind, I could make an army of the number of stray cats huddling in baskets on my porch. (Okay, I think there are six. A small army.)