It's like, in the middle of all this, I'm paranoid that you'll think I don't like poetry.

Buffy ,'Empty Places'


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.


smonster - Apr 09, 2011 4:17:22 am PDT #19406 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Oh, Sparky. I hope she's found safe and sound posthaste.

I first learned to semi-neti in Peace Corps and used a coffee mug. I found the trick for a less painful experience is to make sure to inhale all salt water with no air mixed in. Hope you feel better today.


Shir - Apr 09, 2011 4:17:24 am PDT #19407 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".

Maybe not the best time, so I separate it so it won't get mixed with the other post: those of you who asked me to tell about my 12-minute-lecture - it's here, in English. [link]


sj - Apr 09, 2011 6:33:06 am PDT #19408 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Sparky, so much ~ma for finding Sass safely and soon!

Mini-rant feel free to skip right over it. I did my iron infusions, I've been going to PT 3 times a week, I have been eating better, can I please now have a tiny little bit of energy? Just enough so that I don't feel that every day is fighting through quicksand just to get the littlest of things done.


Aims - Apr 09, 2011 8:24:37 am PDT #19409 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.

I really just don't understand people.

So we game here about 2x a month. We have (other) friends with a baby who come over to game. They have always known Ollie and still made the choice to make this our gaming place.

Is it wrong that I am VASTLY annoyed that they ask us to lock Ollie up while they are here because their baby wants to play on the floor/is sleeping/doesn't want the dog germs what come from Ollie's licking?

Bring a fucking playpen or game at your house. Jeebus Christmas.


Laga - Apr 09, 2011 8:31:12 am PDT #19410 of 30000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

Bring a fucking playpen or game at your house

amen. Don't they know that kids + dogs = comedy gold?!


beekaytee - Apr 09, 2011 8:46:12 am PDT #19411 of 30000
Compassionately intolerant

Bring a fucking playpen or game at your house. Jeebus Christmas.

Absolutely this.

Maybe their house isn't as comfortable as yours, but if they don't like the 'impact' the resident dog has on their child, they could get a babysitter.


Barb - Apr 09, 2011 9:35:00 am PDT #19412 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”

Um, maybe it's the southern in me, but when my kids were babies and we brought them somewhere, we assumed we were the ones having to make the accommodation, rather than asking the hosts to do so. (Would have never DREAMED of doing such a thing.) I think the most we might have asked is if someone had a quiet area we would be able to set up the Pack n'Play or whatever.


Typo Boy - Apr 09, 2011 9:42:50 am PDT #19413 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.

When I was kid my parents would occasionally ask for accommodation. Like if they visited the couple where the wife like to walk around naked, they would explain that they could not get a baby sitter, that if they came they'd need to bring the kid, and they'd need her to keep her pants on. (Even at six I told my parents they should not go to all that trouble on my account. ) But they would ask *before* they accepted the invitation, and if they could not be accommodated , they would just not accept the invitation.


meara - Apr 09, 2011 9:43:01 am PDT #19414 of 30000

Ollie does tend (still) to be barky, no? I could see if there was a way to keep him away from the baby if they were worried about the two of them working each other up, maybe. If it's just "ooh, dog germs", NSM then.


beekaytee - Apr 09, 2011 10:25:05 am PDT #19415 of 30000
Compassionately intolerant

Years ago, I used to hang out with a group of friends who visited a beach house over New Year's Eve every year.

The first year with Bartleby was fine. The other two visiting dogs were massively laid back and everyone got on fine.

The second year, unfortunately, the householder's new girlfriend had a Jack Russell with appalling manners. She kept attacking Bartleby and the owner would giggle something like 'She's such a scamp.' At one point, (after he'd dug in between me and a wall to avoid her) I very calmly got our stuff together and prepared to leave. It was 10pm.

I wasn't angry but I also wasn't going to spend the night fretting about my dog's safety. They didn't see a need to restrain their dog and I didn't see a need to be upset about it.

It was their house, their rules. I had no right to ask them to do anything they did not want to do.

I guess I'm with Barb in that way. I would NEVER ask someone to behave differently in their own home.