Ah. Well, someone in your old house got a postcard from India.
Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
Daisy Jane - Dec 06, 2010 11:24:18 am PST #10313 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
javachik - Dec 06, 2010 11:26:40 am PST #10314 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Charlie still lives there, so I he'll give it to me. :)
I bought a whole bunch of Paris postcards and never sent them. I am a loser times eleventy.
Steph L. - Dec 06, 2010 11:29:26 am PST #10315 of 30000
That which does not kill you should RUN
Java, I bet people would still be happy to get them. I know I would. Pretty pictures! From a whole other country!
javachik - Dec 06, 2010 11:30:39 am PST #10316 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Really? Okay! Maybe I can send them instead of Christmas cards.
beekaytee - Dec 06, 2010 11:32:06 am PST #10317 of 30000
Compassionately intolerant
That's a great idea1
I almost always send my postcards after the fact...they are less 'wish you were here' and more 'here are the highlights.'
Daisy Jane - Dec 06, 2010 11:33:54 am PST #10318 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Nobody got ours until the day we got back. I think a couple of people may not have even gotten theirs until today.
smonster - Dec 06, 2010 12:17:02 pm PST #10319 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Smonster, I just met someone tonight at the gay Hannukah party who moved here from Carrboro, and was shocked she didn't know you. :)
Name? I know more dykes than know me.
I, uh, really don't like Love, Actually. That's as mildly as I can put it. I do love S1 Chrismukkah, White Christmas and Holiday Inn. That episode of Bones was great. We tend to read more books than watch tv - I could name 10 books off the top of my head that I love. We can never make it through all we have. Mole Family Christmas, Christmas Day Kitten, Child's Christmas in Wales, Cajun Night Before Christmas, Polar Express...
Beverly - Dec 06, 2010 12:28:54 pm PST #10320 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
I have to track down a copy of A Child's Christmas in Wales for my very own.
Showtime did a cheesy children's holiday special many years ago with Patty Lupone that I loved, called the Songspinner. It was filmed in--Norway? Finland? Anyway, what impressed me deeply was an opening shot of the sea, with floating ice chunks and positively gelid with slushy ice.
DJ, I don't think I said, but your tales of your India trip were fantastic. I'd love to have you ramble on more about it, if there's more to share.
smonster - Dec 06, 2010 12:31:31 pm PST #10321 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
I have to track down a copy of A Child's Christmas in Wales for my very own.
My mom gave us all copies of the version illustrated by Trina Schart Hyman. Love it.
Beverly - Dec 06, 2010 12:34:43 pm PST #10322 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
I'd love to find the PBS film version, too. I've only seen a part of it once, but what I remember was lovely. I can be satisfied with the text version, though.