You guys. Mardi Gras season is KICKING MAH ASS.
Not from drinking, but just the marathon of it all. Holy crap.
Spike: Heard what happened up top, offing your dad and all. Don't know if you know this, but, uh…I killed my mum. Actually, I'd already killed her, and then she tried to shag me, so I had to-- Wesley: Thank you. I'm…very comforted.
'Lineage'
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.
Nora Deirdre - Mar 06, 2011 7:16:51 pm PST #16911 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
smonster - Mar 07, 2011 2:38:12 am PST #16912 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Oh, Lordy. I'm about to go on tv. Wish me luck and not fucking it up!!!!
Ginger - Mar 07, 2011 3:17:36 am PST #16913 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I know you're doing great, smonster.
smonster - Mar 07, 2011 3:24:47 am PST #16914 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Wooo. That was a total adrenaline dump. Still vibrating. Will post a link once it's up on the web. My parents said I did very well, and I think I managed to hit all the main points. Nora, I gave you a nameless shoutout - mentioned a friend who had moved down after volunteering and that I was getting to experience Mardi Gras through you.
And thanks, Ginger.
"I'm tired of pretending I'm not a total, bitchin' rock star from Mars."
Where's your tag from?
Tom Scola - Mar 07, 2011 3:31:05 am PST #16915 of 30000
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
That's Charlie Sheen, smonster.
WindSparrow - Mar 07, 2011 3:55:11 am PST #16916 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.
Wishing you luck on tv, smonster, that lots of people will see and respond to the fund raiser. I know you are lovely, smart, and passionate. You'll be great.
Vortex - Mar 07, 2011 5:08:10 am PST #16917 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
I wish I could have seen it live, looking forward to the link, I'm sure that you knocked it out of the park!
WindSparrow - Mar 07, 2011 5:26:11 am PST #16918 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.
Well, darn. I was participating in an exercise challenge at work - to get at least three ten-minute periods of physical activity each day for six weeks. Active housework like vacuuming counted (I got some mileage from shoveling). I was hoping that after getting into the habit, it would be easy and automatic to keep it up. It ended Saturday (I was on track the whole 6 weeks), and yesterday, all I did was laundry. That's nothing to sneeze at, hauling the load down two flights of stairs, then hauling the wet load up one flight and hanging it on the drying racks - I figure, it counts, but as only one 10-minute slot. Well, today, at work, I will get at least 20 (doing range of motion exercises with a couple of people, plus they make laps around the house, and if I walk with them, that could add up to more). On the other hand, the local nature center is hosting a 5k run/1k walk in April, and I'm thinking about participating in the walk. I suppose I had better check if it is on a weekend that I'm working.
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Mar 07, 2011 5:49:39 am PST #16919 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
You were on the magic box where the people live, smonster? How fun. Glad to hear it went well!
Steph L. - Mar 07, 2011 5:54:48 am PST #16920 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I am vindicated (yet still bitter at losing half my day Thursday)!
The goddamn printer told Big!Boss that the overprint error was their fault. Damn right, it was.
The problem is that I *needed* that wasted time on Thursday to get the journal ready to go out today. Can't meet a deadline if you keep sucking up my time on things other than the journal whose deadline is looooooming.
So I stayed until 6 on Thursday and came in at 7:45 this morning (I normally come in at 9). It'll get out today, but I will be Twitchy McBugeye by the time it does. (Actually, I already am. My co-workers told me I can't have any more caffeine.)
I could say I'm All About The Company, but really I just like being a martyr.