Great to hear the news, Hil! What a relief.
Happy Birthday to Tom Scola! I hope you are having a wonderful day.
Buffy: A Guide, but no water or food. So it leads me to the sacred place and then a week later it leads you to my bleached bones? Giles: Buffy, really. It takes more than a week to bleach bones.
'Dirty Girls'
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.
Laura - Apr 03, 2011 11:10:46 am PDT #18945 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Barb - Apr 03, 2011 11:11:36 am PDT #18946 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Happy Birthday, Tom!
Steph L. - Apr 03, 2011 11:21:37 am PDT #18947 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I rehung the 3 curtains (price of having a clawfoot tub)
I feel you.
Much less productive here, unless you count going to brunch as Taking Care of Bidness. (We also went to the grocery store. And I am taking Kato for a walk shortly, since it is 73 and sunny. Then -- ugh -- I have a sinkful of dishes awaiting me, as well as a filthy bathroom. I keep telling myself that if I clean the tub, I can take a bath. It's not motivating me.)
Cass - Apr 03, 2011 11:22:11 am PDT #18948 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.
Ack, Mal!
Liese S. - Apr 03, 2011 11:38:59 am PDT #18949 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Congrats, Hil!
Aww, Mal, feel better!
I also had a productivity lapse, as I took a bath (necessary! and I am dressed now!) but then lolled around on the bed for a while and cried because the SO reminded me to feed the dog while he was gone and I took it as a condemnation of my fitness as a dog owner and thus human being. Which he so was not saying, poor thing, but he's awesome and hugged me and talked me down, and I read a few chapters of The Good Earth, and now I'm back!
Okay. So linens laundering, and for once I did things in the right order and dusted the fanblades above the bed *before* laundering the bedlinens. And I need to check how long the pork loin roast needs to be in the oven and then I think it's time to head up in the attic to install the final storage panel and move some empty boxes up there.
smonster - Apr 03, 2011 11:53:11 am PDT #18950 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Mal. Don't do that.
I brainstormed, packed a backpack, switched the laundry all around, and now by all that is holy I am leaving the damn house. Frankie's coming with, so he'll get a nice long walk. I think I might get dinner out as a reward for being so productive, especially since I'll be hungry in an hour or so.
Typo Boy - Apr 03, 2011 11:55:00 am PDT #18951 of 30000
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
Mal. Don't abuse your human servant.
WindSparrow - Apr 03, 2011 12:02:17 pm PDT #18952 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.
Mal, Harvey would like to recommend walking on your human servant's hair as a means of asserting your authority - it does less permanent damage.
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Apr 03, 2011 12:17:45 pm PDT #18953 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
Was at a fandom friend's wedding this weekend. It was truly beautiful. Victorian gothic theme, with one of the most gorgeous wedding cakes I've ever seen, and her dress was incredible. And someone kept bringing me double vodkas.
Wishing mental health to all non-human companions of Buffistas. (I'm fairly sure Hamish had social anxiety disorder. And I think she was nearly blind, but that's quite possibly normal for very small hamsters.)
Isn't Hamish a boy's name? Large, redheaded Scotsmen's name?
Generally, it is. We have odd pet names. Our previous hamster was named after a seaside town in Yorkshire. If we get a cat or dog, which we are thinking about doing (if we can find a breed to which The Girl is not allergic), I might start naming them after electrical household objects. Or schools of philosophical thought. Or sociologists. "Walkies, Bourdieu!"
I have purple nails.
Daisy Jane - Apr 03, 2011 12:28:05 pm PDT #18954 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I should really do another 1/2 chapter and review the 3 in the other book mom sent, but now I'm wanting a nap, and I should maybe also eat.
Maybe eat and see how I feel after?