No cancer-ma for Gar.
Mal: Go on. Get in there. Give your brother a thrashing for messing up your plan. River: He takes so much looking after.
'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.
DavidS - May 01, 2012 1:58:17 pm PDT #12493 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Anne W. - May 01, 2012 2:08:16 pm PDT #12494 of 30001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Much no-cancer ~ma to you, Typo.
erikaj - May 01, 2012 2:28:22 pm PDT #12495 of 30001
"already on the kiss-cam with Karl Marx"-
Oh, Gar, plenty of -ma. Somehow I missed that.
omnis_audis - May 01, 2012 2:30:21 pm PDT #12496 of 30001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
To give some positive energy to the board, a couple of my friends are nominated for Tony's this year. One is an actor in Porgy & Bess, while he isn't nominated, the show is for best revival of a musical. Then a couple lighting designers, and of course Sound Designers. And lastly, the big show I worked on in Texas (Give It Up) was renamed Lysistrata Jones, and it's nominated for best book a musical. Woot.
lisah - May 01, 2012 2:39:08 pm PDT #12497 of 30001
Punishingly Intricate
No-cancer ~ma, Typo, lots and lots of it.
le nubian - May 01, 2012 2:54:58 pm PDT #12498 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."
tons tons tons of no cancer 'ma. seriously.
Laura - May 01, 2012 3:27:42 pm PDT #12499 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
Sending lots of no~cancer~ma your way, TB.
Shiny, o-a! Nice to see positive recognition for efforts.
Typing in ouchy mode today again. I was super happy yesterday when I saw my foot for the first time. The nurse was delighted with the healing and it looked much better than I anticipated. Still super painful, but the pain meds were keeping it tolerable and I was a force on wheels around the house.
Was being the key word. At 5am either my phone made some noise or I dreamt it did and I popped on my rolly chair to scoot across the room where I had it charging. When I reached out get the phone the stool slid out from under me and I crashed on my tailbone. My instinct somehow kicked in and I managed to not bang my foot, but my tail and other leg HURT.
Today, not a fun day. So much for cutting back on pain killers.
smonster - May 01, 2012 3:38:07 pm PDT #12500 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Oh, Laura, damn. That really bites. I hope you didn't do any damage to your tailbone.
Beer and pizza with bosses. Tipsy, la la la.
So, my boss told me to show up at 7:30 am the first day. I've been showing up at 7:30 am (ok, shortly therafter) for the last two weeks or so. Turns out, they start work at 7 am! Nobody said anything to me, WTF. But now I know, and now I'm going to have to get up at, like, 5:45 am. Shee-it.
sj - May 01, 2012 3:40:28 pm PDT #12501 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Tons of no-cancer~ma, Typo.
{{{Laura}}} Feel better.
The farmer's market in my new town is awesome! I didn't buy too much today because I still don't have all of my kitchen stuff unpacked. But I did get some lettuce, delicious garlicky goat cheese, and a dozen eggs.
Burrell - May 01, 2012 3:58:07 pm PDT #12502 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Ugh Laura, that sounds ouchy.