A peripatetic pond, perhaps?
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Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[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.
Today's teefury shirt is Beetlejuice themed:
I cannot believe I am thinking of buying another t-shirt. I don't need more t-shirts! But oooh, Lydia!
I cannot believe I am thinking of buying another t-shirt. I don't need more t-shirts! But oooh, Lydia!
You must get that t-shirt. The two of you together are meant to be.
I heard something about there being an Elvis (Presley) themed tour of the Holy Land ... including a visit to the Elvis Diner outside Jerusalem.
The Elvis Diner is awesome. It's in the middle of the desert, a while away from anything, and then there's this giant Elvis statue. Like, 40 feet high at least. And the diner itself is just bizarre -- it's trying to be an American 1950s style diner, but manages to get so many little things just slightly wrong that the overall effect is really disconcerting.
t bitching
The past 24 hours, in the grand scheme of things, haven't been horrible in any life/death kind of way. Just kinda crappy. Yesterday afternoon, while working in the shop with student crew, my sister calls. Now I know, she being a tax preparer, if she's calling before April 16th, something isn't quite right, so I answer the phone. She's being vague and asking if I have talked to dad recently, and I should call him, but not letting on why. By the time I leave work, it is far too late to call east coast. I go food shopping, and get in just before they close. I get home around 9:50 at night, with 3 bags of groceries, to find the elevator not working again. Ugg. I manage to hobble my way up the 2 flights without damage to any of the groceries. So I decide to call dad while driving into work. Not the most optimum listening enviornments, but hey, it's a call. Yup, he's in Gainsville at the FL university hospital getting radiation treatments for Prostrate Cancer. Didn't want to say anything, cuz there is nothing I can do from CA and all. WTF! So I got that bombshell on my mind. And now the kids are driving me crazy at work, not putting shit away, so the shop is a complete mess. Ugg. Yeah. That's my bitching for now. Gotta get back to work. That fucking elevator better be working when I get home!
t /bitching
It seems J&R Music world is having a DVD & Blu-Ray sale. A bunch of titles starting at $6.99 [link]
I'm sorry o-a. You certainly have cause to bitch. I hope your father's treatments are quick and effective.
Health~ma for your dad, omnis.
Lots of health~ma to your dad, and non-freaking-out~ma to you, omnis. My dad just got the same diagnosis about a month ago and starts his treatments next week. If you want to compare notes (and get a Google summary without scaring the shit out of yourself by personally doing all the Googling), freaked-out adult offspring to freaked-out adult offspring, just ping me.
Sucks, omnis. Lots of~ma to him. And JZ, the same to your dad.