I don't care if it is an orgy of death, there's still such a thing as a napkin.

Willow ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'


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.


erin_obscure - Oct 17, 2010 1:30:07 pm PDT #6003 of 30000
Occasionally I’m callous and strange

yeah right! That also was the party were e_o met a lot of us buffistas, iirc. There were like 5 of us there, no?

Indeed, there may have been a quorum of some form, including BillyTea on his limited edition stateside tour.


amych - Oct 17, 2010 1:35:30 pm PDT #6004 of 30000
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

It is all true! Teppy came to see me fence, which was AWE to the SOME!! And met the spouse as well as various coaches and clubmates and fencing friends and such. And learned of wacky things like the fact that the fencing world can argue about colored vs. white socks FOR YEARS in much the same way we can go on about serial commas. Because fencers are more or less as nerdy and obsessive as Buffistas, only smellier and more likely to be armed.

And Jane Eyre is really Jane Eyre's real name, and she's currently the veteran women's world champion, and I got a couple of very sweet touches on her on the way to losing my bout with her. But, you know, WORLD CHAMPION. And I ended up in 8th place, which was utterly fabulous and tomorrow I get to go do it all again, but this time fencing a group of mostly 17-year-olds.

Y'all, I have worked so hard for this, and had so much frustration and so much joy and built a whole life around it and this was my first national event in the veteran's category -- which I've said for years was what I was working toward long-term, but didn't always totally believe that that wasn't just an excuse for my results against the 17-year-olds -- and I got on the medal stand with the ladies who are up there every time. AND IT'S ALL THE BUFFISTAS FAULT BECAUSE SA SUGGESTED CO-WRITING A WESLEY WYNDAM-PRYCE/LEX LUTHOR CROSSOVER FENCING FIC AND I THOUGHT I OUGHT TO DO SOME RESEARCH.


Polter-Cow - Oct 17, 2010 1:41:05 pm PDT #6005 of 30000
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

AND IT'S ALL THE BUFFISTAS FAULT BECAUSE SA SUGGESTED CO-WRITING A WESLEY WYNDAM-PRYCE/LEX LUTHOR CROSSOVER FENCING FIC AND I THOUGHT I OUGHT TO DO SOME RESEARCH.

Ha! AWESOME. And congrats again!


esse - Oct 17, 2010 1:41:48 pm PDT #6006 of 30000
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!

AND IT'S ALL THE BUFFISTAS FAULT BECAUSE SA SUGGESTED CO-WRITING A WESLEY WYNDAM-PRYCE/LEX LUTHOR CROSSOVER FENCING FIC AND I THOUGHT I OUGHT TO DO SOME RESEARCH.

Would you believe me if I said that was my plan all along?

...no? Oh, well.

See? Research is important.


erin_obscure - Oct 17, 2010 1:46:08 pm PDT #6007 of 30000
Occasionally I’m callous and strange

research is Awesome, especially when it involved pointy things. or chocolate :) Oh Hai, SA pixels!


esse - Oct 17, 2010 1:47:05 pm PDT #6008 of 30000
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!

Hi you. :) Enjoying our beautiful fall day? It's crazy gorgeous outside.


WindSparrow - Oct 17, 2010 1:59:45 pm PDT #6009 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.

Hi, SA. Nice to see your font here. How's it going?


esse - Oct 17, 2010 2:03:01 pm PDT #6010 of 30000
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!

Hi! It's going pretty well. Filing a little bit of working, reading some fluff vampire novels, chilling with the dog. A good Sunday. Oh! We're getting a cat today. That'll be interesting. How's you?


DavidS - Oct 17, 2010 2:04:14 pm PDT #6011 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Wow, a good day with amych medals and SA pixels.


hippocampus - Oct 17, 2010 2:14:29 pm PDT #6012 of 30000
not your mom's socks.

A really long time ago, not-yet DH and I went hiking. We came home with a 2 1/2 lb. Beagle/bull terrier/ wefoundit mix whose family had taken her litter to a popular spot before proceeding with leaving the pups on the mountain. She was the runt, and barely weaned, and we fed her some donated kibble mixed up with milk. She was about 4 weeks old. Sparky later made her scrambled eggs, which often had her asking to go to sparky's for breakfast. She moved to 3 states with us, and lived through several doggie dining disasters, a 6-week cross country roadtrip, hurricane Isabel, and not getting scrambled eggs for breakfast every day. She obsessed about unthrown tennis balls, could jump 6x her own height, and forgave us for having a baby. She lived with us for 16 and a half years, enriching our lives by making it messier, simpler, and funnier. For the past six months, she'd been unable to manage stairs, and slept most of the day. We knew things were coming to a close, but when we saw her outside with something obviously wrong, and the emergency vet suggesting very few options, it still seemed too soon. RIP to our sweet and wonderful and often very bad dog. We will miss her so much.

Eta: spelling. Congratulations amych