I'm going to see to Wesley, see if he's still whimpering.

Giles ,'Chosen'


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.


Atropa - Jun 23, 2011 2:33:14 pm PDT #23992 of 30000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Ha, but we can't all have these life-changing experiences with each other! We're just imaginary friends. It's not like we know each other or anything, because we just talk on the internets!

Again: I take advice from a toy bunny. My blinvisible imaginary internet friends aren't any weirder.


erikaj - Jun 23, 2011 2:48:40 pm PDT #23993 of 30000
Always Anti-fascist!

Life-changing Events: Man, I need one! I would prefer it not involve tumors or living in a large packing crate, but apart from that I'm not too picky.


Laura - Jun 23, 2011 2:49:30 pm PDT #23994 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.

jumping to end to wish Happy Birthday to Teppy


erikaj - Jun 23, 2011 2:50:39 pm PDT #23995 of 30000
Always Anti-fascist!

Happy birthday, Tep!


Anne W. - Jun 23, 2011 2:51:18 pm PDT #23996 of 30000
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

My life would be so much poorer without you all. Seriously.

Also, smonster, insent.


Anne W. - Jun 23, 2011 2:51:41 pm PDT #23997 of 30000
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

Happy Birthday, Teppy!!!


Connie Neil - Jun 23, 2011 2:53:42 pm PDT #23998 of 30000
brillig

Congratulates to the Teppy becoming even more vintage!

Though she is just a kid.

ION, I was going through some stuff last night and discovered several women's magazines from the 30s that talk about homemaking, clothes making, needlework, entertaining, general items of female interest of the time. I did an eBay search for the title, Modern Priscilla, and found that mint copies with lovely covers weren't selling even at 5 bucks. Mine are not mint, and the covers are gone. Is anyone here so enamored of the late '20s-30s that they'd be interested in paying postage for half a dozen women's magazines?

I'm torn about not keeping them, because the ads are fascinating and the crochet patterns are tempting, but I'm being honest with myself about my space and time limitations.


meara - Jun 23, 2011 2:55:10 pm PDT #23999 of 30000

s anyone here so enamored of the late '20s-30s that they'd be interested in paying postage for half a dozen women's magazines?

I'll bet Betsy would if she were still around...


Hil R. - Jun 23, 2011 2:56:00 pm PDT #24000 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

s anyone here so enamored of the late '20s-30s that they'd be interested in paying postage for half a dozen women's magazines?

Very tempted, but I don't really have the space, either.


Steph L. - Jun 23, 2011 2:56:59 pm PDT #24001 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

I win at Buffista clumsiness. I was walking the dog after work, like I do most days. I am, therefore, used to walking him. Instead of a collar, we use a Halti on him when we walk him, and he's not thrilled about it. He often stops and puts his head down and paws at the Halti to get it off his nose. Again, I am used to this.

I got 4 houses away today when Kato did the paw-at-the-Halti maneuver. I was either walking too close to him, or possibly there was a massive earthquake. I vote earthquake. But I tripped straight over him and hit the sidewalk HARD. I caught myself on my left hand, so my wrist hurts like a motherfucker, I have a huge cut on my arm above my elbow, and I have scrapes on my hand and knee that are already bruising.

None of this is going to feel good in the salty ocean. Assuming the ocean isn't on fire.

The one funny part is that, when I hit the ground and just lay there stunned for a few seconds, Kato, instead of running away (or running for help like Lassie would have), just cocked his head at me for a moment and then lay down across from me, like, "Oh, so *this* is what we're doing now? We're hanging out here? Right on."

In conclusion, 40 HURTS.

t edit Also, I checked to make sure no one saw. I can't say for 100% that no one saw from their house, but at least no one was outside, which is amazing, since we live on Walk-Your-Dog Avenue.