Bar maid! Bring me stronger ale! And some plump, succulent babies to eat!

Olaf the Troll ,'Showtime'


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.


Cass - Feb 02, 2011 3:56:51 pm PST #14698 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

I have an ex friended on Facebook. I was trying to explain while we were on the phone that we were actual friends and had no need to be Facebook friends. But then I couldn't find his brother and the logic guy explained this was simpler. Now I'm trying to decide if I can defriend. I got the link I was looking for, after all. This was simpler before. When we were friends but not Facebook friends.


billytea - Feb 02, 2011 4:04:38 pm PST #14699 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

I prefer to think of your ex-fiance as a drag queen performing off-broadway as Patsy Cline.

It's a crowd-pleaser, for sure.

Re the social discussion, I am of course an introvert. I once went to some Myer-Briggs thing, they split the group into the introverts and extraverts for some sort of problem-solving exercise; even in this group I was the one hanging onto the wall. I tend to be happiest in groups up to the size of a D&D game (I'm sure it's just a coincidence).

I had a great time at the DC F2F, but I'm defintiely on the side of those who require their social space to be equipped with nerd cocoons. (In my case it's the rest rooms, which have the advantages of being relatively ubiquitous and equipped with lockable doors. The decor generally leaves something to be desired, but I have been pleasantly surprised on occasion.)


SailAweigh - Feb 02, 2011 4:08:27 pm PST #14700 of 30000
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

I prefer to think of your ex-fiance as a drag queen performing off-broadway as Patsy Cline.

I think I might, too. He was such a conflicted little bi-boy. If it wasn't for the fact I know he didn't have much of a singing voice and a foxtrot to Patsy was about the extent of his dancing skills, he was enough of a drama queen to have become a drag queen later in life.


brenda m - Feb 02, 2011 4:17:28 pm PST #14701 of 30000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

require their social space to be equipped with nerd cocoons. (In my case it's the rest rooms, which have the advantages of being relatively ubiquitous and equipped with lockable doors. The decor generally leaves something to be desired, but I have been pleasantly surprised on occasion.)

Nerd cocoons, love. But actually - I think this is part of why I find it hard to give up smoking (and maybe a good bit of why I started in the first place). It's a five-minute out from social situations that you can call on at any time and doesn't require explanation.

It also tends, or used to tend, to cut down a group of thirty to a more managable size. You head for where the smokers are, suddenly you've got a group of four or five that you can talk to, rather than being standing lost in a room full of people you need to work up a reason to approach if you don't want to stand there aimlessly like a freaky loser.


Liese S. - Feb 02, 2011 4:20:06 pm PST #14702 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

I have ex boyfriends on facebook, but basically only one ever interacts with me, and that's to make commentary on my football picks.


billytea - Feb 02, 2011 4:24:16 pm PST #14703 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

But actually - I think this is part of why I find it hard to give up smoking (and maybe a good bit of why I started in the first place). It's a five-minute out from social situations that you can call on at any time and doesn't require explanation.

My mother used to announce that she was going outside to do drugs.


Atropa - Feb 02, 2011 4:28:22 pm PST #14704 of 30000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Being a high-maintenance gothy type, I can always excuse myself to go reapply lipstick.


beth b - Feb 02, 2011 5:17:45 pm PST #14705 of 30000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

I have a couple of 'friends' that I hide on facebook. less fraught than defriending.

It is interesting to find myself sort of nodding along with every body. I have to say sometimes a very large gathering is more comfortable to me that an 8- 10 people gathering. if it is in the 30 plus range I can almost not talk to people . Or i can have a rote conversation or story that I repeat. in a smaller crowd people notice when I am not talking. of course, my job is so people-oriented that I often just say - too many cray people today - and wave my hand in the air . And I try to impress upon Matt that he needs to warn me if I am going to be come home to a crowd of people. ( which might be one ) if he wants me to be less than cranky. and eventually the office will be set up as a place for me to be when he has people over to play music. being audience is not always fun


smonster - Feb 02, 2011 5:28:02 pm PST #14706 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Crap, ran out of time. Day was relatively uneventful. Birthday boy didn't show ("childcare issues") so I get to inform him that he's done tomorrow.

Time for shower and bed. Trying once again to establish a bed time routine.


Cass - Feb 02, 2011 5:32:18 pm PST #14707 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Oh I am seriously just considering the unfriend. So much simpler. He can care if I ignore texts or emails. No business caring if I unFacebook.

...

Which I just did.