Because it deserves its own post, Birthday Felicitations to Windsparrow!
And Barb, I understand how you feel. I can't stop smiling.
Oh, I wish those council guys would let me have an hour alone in the room with her, if I was larger and had grenades.
Willow ,'Storyteller'
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.
Beverly - Jan 22, 2010 8:40:53 am PST #7596 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
P.M. Marc - Jan 22, 2010 8:40:54 am PST #7597 of 30000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Oh, Daisy. I'm so sorry. That's just awful.
Daisy Jane - Jan 22, 2010 8:47:32 am PST #7598 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Don't feel Dopey, Scrappy. (Hey look! Something vaguely smile-like). Much as I might like a "All About Heather Thread," this isn't it.
Thanks for the thoughts, guys. I'm a little stunned. I haven't had a chance to talk to my husband yet. I haven't talked to my friend either. I got the call from his wife, and then called his best friend (also a friend of ours). I don't want to call him because a) I already told Bob to tell him he's in our thoughts and to let us know if we can do anything (babysit the other 2 boys or whatever), so what's the point in making him talk to me when he probably just wants to be over at Bob's, mainlining vodka? b)Selfishly, I don't know if I can hear this man cry. He's one of those generally cheerful occasionally angry big burly teddy bear type people. I don't even know that I've ever heard him depressed or sad. I think it would make me really cry, which again. Not. What. He. Needs.
§ ita § - Jan 22, 2010 8:51:31 am PST #7599 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Daisy, that's horrible. Much strength to you.
SailAweigh - Jan 22, 2010 9:06:53 am PST #7600 of 30000
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
{{Daisy}} So much sympathy and strength~ma to you and your friends. What an awful thing to happen.
smonster - Jan 22, 2010 9:07:29 am PST #7601 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
DJ, I'm so sorry. What a terrible, terrible thing.
DavidS - Jan 22, 2010 9:08:46 am PST #7602 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
That's fucking awful, DJ. I'm sorry.
well... i might have gone to wikipedia for that definition. still, it's not contradicted by the other things I'm finding.
I didn't realize the word was one researcher's coinage, so didn't get the negative aspects emphasized in wikipedia.
Then again, I'm not a prescriptionist and I think the word has taken on a shade closer to what I emphasized which is the giddy, "falling in love" feeling.
In any event, I didn't mean to ascribe any of that negative hoo haw to you, mein smonster.
JZ - Jan 22, 2010 9:11:12 am PST #7603 of 30000
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Oh, Daisy, I'm so sorry. That poor boy and his family, and you, and everyone who loves them and him and remembers the sweet-faced twelve-year-old.
All possible peace and strength to his family.
All this, yes.
sumi - Jan 22, 2010 9:12:42 am PST #7604 of 30000
Art Crawl!!!
Daisy, I'm so sorry. Much ~ma to you and to your friends.
Barb - Jan 22, 2010 9:15:25 am PST #7605 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Oh DJ-- so much ~ma to your friends and you.