Right, there comes a point where you have to either move on, or just buy yourself a Klingon costume and go with it.

Xander ,'Same Time, Same Place'


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.


WindSparrow - Oct 24, 2010 3:06:56 pm PDT #6554 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.

People who can't tell the difference between a communist and a modern social democrat probably are every bit as knowledgeable as the people with the capital want them to be.

That's what I told my brother after he accused me of having drank the commie koolaid.


billytea - Oct 24, 2010 3:35:19 pm PDT #6555 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

Thanks everyone!

billytea, you two made a good lookin' human there.

This is the sort of thing I never get tired of hearing. Or telling Wallybee. Each night we pop in while he's sleeping to check he's ok, not too hot or cold or anything. At least, that's the excuse, but it's really because the highlight of my night is seeing my little sleepyhead and thinking, "Look what we did!"

Oh, milestone news: he has a new hobby, standing up on his own. He was standing up for about a count of six before collapsing giggling into your arms. (For some reason he stays up longer when we count in Chinese.) However, when Wallybee pulled out the camera , he was so distracted that, as far as I can tell, he simply forgot to fall over. (Sadly, the photos were blurry. But soon.)

There has been a step or two. He still hasn't worked out how to stand up on his own - he needs a vertical surface (daddy legs are a favourite) I would say that he'll be walking by the time Wallybee's parents return. (I hope they've been working out).


Spidra Webster - Oct 24, 2010 4:58:58 pm PDT #6556 of 30000
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.

WindSparrow, I find that asking such people to give a definition for communism usually gives them pause.

*sigh*

I have a tricky social situation I'm not sure how to escape from without hurting people's feelings or embarassing myself. I went to a musicians meetup today (which I found out about via Meetup.com). I emailed the moderator the other day to ask about how to post a file (it turns out there was a bug that made the option not even appear in my browser). My sig had my website on it and she checked it out and replied enthusing about my music. Which is very flattering. She asked me a number of questions - I responded.

My hope was to just check this group out and see if it fit or not. But (a) it was a small house so there were about a dozen people allowed...not a crowd I could get lost in or be on the periphery of and (b) she gave me a big buildup via email to at least one pal of hers. They're a very nice group of people and damned near all of the play guitar better than I could back when I could physically play. However, their repertoire is mostly not my sort of thing.

If the group of people had been bigger, I could have slipped out the open door and that would have been it. But it was really crowded and the door was blocked. I lasted about 1.5 hours before I got up the courage/oomph to thank her for her hospitality. She's a very positive and enthusiastic person so she begged me to please do one more song. I normally would have demurred. I didn't really have anything prepared, didn't have extra song sheets for people... But I said yes because she was pretty insistent and I figured it'd go faster if I said yes than tried to say no. But it ended up going pretty badly and increased my discomfort even more because it makes it seem like I just spend my time tolerating other people's songs and waiting for the spotlight to fall on me. Which is not what I do.

Anyway, she was clear they "don't want to lose me", etc. and I'm afraid there will now be follow-up emails asking why I haven't RSVP'd for next month's meeting, etc. I hate for people to think ill of me so there's that aspect (even if it's people I'll won't see again I like to be liked as much or more as anyone does) and I don't want to hurt the feelings of these people because they were good and fine people. My stomach is all tied up in a knot over this. Maybe I should just cross that bridge when/if I come to it? Honestly, I had the worst time trying to goose up the courage to leave early.


Liese S. - Oct 24, 2010 5:02:57 pm PDT #6557 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

So the only reason you don't want to keep going is the stylistic difference? I'd say just tell the truth. Say exactly what you said here, that you think they're good musicians and you enjoyed the company, but that you don't think the group is a fit musically and you wish them luck but won't be joining them.


Spidra Webster - Oct 24, 2010 5:16:51 pm PDT #6558 of 30000
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.

Pretty much, Liese. But the moderator is so enthusiastic and such that I suspect it's going to be hard getting her to listen to that. Because I was trying to keep things on the DL and she kept pumping them up despite my wishes so I'm sorta expecting she'll have a similar hard time understanding what I'm getting at. She's a wonderful lady but...


JZ - Oct 24, 2010 5:40:30 pm PDT #6559 of 30000
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

but JZ do you really mean that men don't rock them?

Business suits in general remind me of my dad and his fellow male Rotarians (or the aftershave-stenchy male pharma reps who haunt our hallways trying to score meetings with the faculty). A good-looking man in a nice tux or an obviously long-ago vintage suit still in sharp condition, mmmmmmm. A man in a business suit? Leaves me coldly indifferent, with a small side of "Ugh. Make it go away."

So, yeah, looking at Tim in a suit and thinking, Wow, he's looking sharp! is very much not my usual reaction.


§ ita § - Oct 24, 2010 6:30:55 pm PDT #6560 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Huh. I loves me some suits (bring on Arthur and Ianto and Neal Caffrey, oh yeah). But reminding me of my father isn't a bad thing. Not that those guys do. He's more a Julius Nyerere type.


sj - Oct 24, 2010 6:34:16 pm PDT #6561 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I love guys in suits. TCG and I are going to look at tuxes tomorrow for him to wear to the wedding. It probably seems kind of silly to get a tux for an elopement, but I really just want to see TCG in a tux.


Steph L. - Oct 24, 2010 6:36:46 pm PDT #6562 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

I'm fine just living in sin with The Boy, but when he bought the suit for his mom's funeral, he said he wanted to find more places to wear it (as his job is in a warehouse and therefore not suit-appropriate, and we are not fancy people), and I thought, if we got married you could wear your suit.

IJS.

(What? People have gotten married for flimsier reasons than "I wanted to wear my suit again!")


Steph L. - Oct 24, 2010 6:47:05 pm PDT #6563 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

Oh! I wish this were a bigger picture, but here is one of my friends who had one of the amazing steampunk outfits last night: [link] (Despite my outfit being not street-legal, hers very much is, so it's totally SFW.) I wish you guys could see the detail, and her bustled skirt -- amazing!