Early: Where'd she go? Simon: I can't keep track of her when she's not incorporeally possessing a space ship. Don't look at me.

'Objects In Space'


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.


Pix - Apr 16, 2012 6:58:07 pm PDT #11530 of 30001
The status is NOT quo.

t facepalm


Strix - Apr 16, 2012 6:59:09 pm PDT #11531 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Oh.

Goodness.


Cass - Apr 16, 2012 7:00:32 pm PDT #11532 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

In the world of, did my family actually do that

Stay classy, San Diego.


Atropa - Apr 16, 2012 7:01:00 pm PDT #11533 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

I second Pix's t facepalm


DebetEsse - Apr 16, 2012 7:05:19 pm PDT #11534 of 30001
Woe to the fucking wicked.

Good Lord.

In Elementary school we had computer class, which included typing (Mavis Beacon), as well as a shitton of Oregon Trail. As I told one of my instructors, I was right at the cusp of the "computers are everywhere" generation.


billytea - Apr 16, 2012 7:10:11 pm PDT #11535 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

Oh dear lord.


meara - Apr 16, 2012 7:29:03 pm PDT #11536 of 30001

Good grief, ND. I hope she was not an aunt you were close to.

Once again my decision to not take typing as an elective in high school bites me in the ass.

My mom forced me to take typing and I hated it, but it did end up a very useful class, since now I touch-type like whoa.

Steph, I wish I had taken home-ec too--but I just signed up for a four-week sewing class at a local chain of fabric stores! I'm excited. There was a shorter one (each class is three hours) but I figured repetition would be helpful in getting it to stick. I took home-ec in middle school (we all had to) and at one point knew how to use my sewing machine, and now don't anymore. Oops.


Connie Neil - Apr 16, 2012 7:30:18 pm PDT #11537 of 30001
brillig

Most of my jobs can be directly traced back to the business typing course I took in high school. Mother had made her way as a secretary, and her kids weren't going to fake their way through school with some wimpy Basic Typewriting course. We got the full deal. At my height I typed 120 wpm, but arthritis has slowed me down to 90 (including backspaces to fix things). Still, I'm able to touchtype the backspacing, because I know when my fingers have gotten out of synch with my brain.

I also took Home Ec, though I've never really used anything I learned in cooking. I made a kickbutt pie crust, though, and my streudel was to die for. I thank 4-H for teaching me how to sew. All the country kids took 4-H, and since we weren't set up for raising calves or lambs, we all did sewing. I still have my blue ribbon from the county fair.


WindSparrow - Apr 16, 2012 7:37:36 pm PDT #11538 of 30001
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.

In the world of, did my family actually do that,

I... don't... even.... There's just nothing I can think of to make that make sense.

I'm sorry for your loss, and that you found out in such a cruddy way.


smonster - Apr 16, 2012 7:38:51 pm PDT #11539 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Amateur. I think I'm in week 6 now, and it currently looks like I have 2 to 6 more weeks to go depending upon how a few items go.

::criez:: Uh, happy birthday?

Also, YIKES, Zeitoun. Did I know he had a book out? Must acquire for the next time I need to get a righteous rage on.

Dave Eggers wrote it, actually. My dad was super tickled to see Zeitoun's signs around town; he took a picture of one in front of the steamboat captain houses.

Try Parasol's for the RB poboy

Ahahaha, I just saw this, but I must have gotten your brainwave. We totally took Frankie and ate at Parasol's. Parents got a roast beef po boy and a smoked pork one and split them, and I had the firecracker shrimp. They were blown away by how good they were, and charmed by the fact that Frankie could come in the bar. Not so charmed by the cigarette smoke and the mid-day drunk, but that's NOLA for you.

smonster, I'm eating a muffeletta (from Rouses) AIFG! Not bad at all...

Aaaaand we picked up a muffeletta from Rouses (and Hubig's pies) for their plane ride home.

I am so fucking adorable that you can all just shut up.

PICTURES OMG PICTURES.

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That is awesome.

My turn to type something with my eyes. closed.

Whoa. Just an extra period. I think I slowed down to be more accurate.

In the world of, did my family actually do that,

Sweet suffering Jesus screaming Christ on crutches. Woman, didn't you learn that there are just some things you DON'T DO?!?!

I have survived all of my parents' visit but the trip to the airport (knock on wood for that one)! It's about time, really, my PMS is kicking in and I'm losing patience. My eyes were stuck on the "roll" setting today.

Also, I've filed my taxes!!! I had to pay to e-file my two state returns, but I'm getting refunds from federal and both states so NBD.

Now I'm going to risk electrocution to take a quick shower during a thunderstorm.