Wait. People? She eats people? 'To Serve Man.' It's 'To Serve Man' all over again.

Gunn ,'Power Play'


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.


ChiKat - Jul 03, 2012 5:26:31 pm PDT #16311 of 30001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

And it was a play first, right?

Yes.

I'm interested in the new one. I like the play and the original movie. I see nothing wrong with it being an all black cast. And, I like the women in the remake, so I stand with David on this. I am looking forward to it and reserve judgement till I see it.


WindSparrow - Jul 03, 2012 5:33:42 pm PDT #16312 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.

I kind of like the idea since we still seem to be so challenged in the area of colorblind casting as well as in creating casts that are truly diverse (I really do mean two different things, and if pressed I might even be able to explain).


Vortex - Jul 03, 2012 5:39:04 pm PDT #16313 of 30001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

On the one hand, I like the concept that if you change the race of the cast, it doesn't change the story. OTOH, it's sometimes interesting to think about how different cultures discuss and react to the same situation.


meara - Jul 03, 2012 5:40:54 pm PDT #16314 of 30001

OTOH, it's sometimes interesting to think about how different cultures discuss and react to the same situation.

This. I guess I'm very much wondering how much it's different in ways OTHER than just the color of the characters. I mean, the preview was pretty much word-for-word, as I remember it. Will the rest of it be? (I was also cringing a bit at a few of the accents, but I guess that's not different from the original either and the crazy mishmash there!)


smonster - Jul 03, 2012 6:02:37 pm PDT #16315 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

What Vortex said.

Even though I'm in my pjs and not going to the Dirty Dancing party, I'm still mentally reviewing my wardrobe to put together an outfit. Sadly, I seem to have more country club-type togs than sweaty sexy staff clothes. Where did I go wrong with my life?!?!? Although I do have a pair of ankle-length high-waisted black skinny jeans, but those would be hella hot.

Oh, got it. Black short shorts, red short-sleeve western shirt tied under boobs, and black wedges (sadly I lent my dance shoes out and never got them back). Okay, I can sleep now.


Cass - Jul 03, 2012 6:22:37 pm PDT #16316 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.

I might have found a car. A certified BMW, same year as my old car, has all wheel drive (apparently a must in snowy CT winters). Lower mileage than my old car (by 10K), and less than a thousand dollars over the settlement.

Certified is good.


Vortex - Jul 03, 2012 6:35:01 pm PDT #16317 of 30001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

I kinda wanted a fancy bluetooth phone thingie, but not unless I got a newer car.


Cass - Jul 03, 2012 6:39:20 pm PDT #16318 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.

I was lucky enough to be able to basically buy the exact same car but with a better stereo interface for only a little more than my insurance payout.

I'd like the idea of a bluetooth thingie but I am way too into cars with stiff suspensions and that adds killer road noise at freeway speeds. My mom knows where I am often based on what she can hear. I mean, not just randomly but if I call her after I land at PDX? She totally knows where I am based on road noise. Or how bad traffic is. Because slow or stopped is also quieter.

I really hope you find a car you can love.


Steph L. - Jul 03, 2012 7:48:20 pm PDT #16319 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

Went to the Rock and Roll carnival in my neighborhood to see the sideshow and the fire arts troupe.

And Tim's ex-wife.

UNEXPECTED EX IS UNEXPECTED.

Well, "unexpected" isn't totally accurate; I damn well knew she and her boyfriend moved into the neighborhood. I just wasn't really thinking, "Hey, maybe I'll get to meet Tim's ex tonight!"

But everyone was friendly -- and genuinely so (or Tim's ex is a very good actress -- but her friendliness seemed for real). Obviously we aren't going to all be BFFs and go out for smoothies, but it went as well as I could have hoped. I welcomed them to the neighborhood, we all commiserated about the 3 crazed St. Bernards that live across the street from them, we all agreed the carnival was awesome, and then we moseyed on our separate ways.

So now that's behind us.

But I sat on the ground (cement sidewalk) for way too long watching the fire arts people perform, and now my hip has ALL THE PAIN. It was doing so well up until now, too. Drat. So I am full of flexiril (yes, even though I don't think it works anymore) and a squirreled-away percocet, and I am STONED. Glad I didn't drink alcohol at the carnival (although we did have a chocolate/bock gelato that was astonishingly good...but that's not actually alcoholic).

Whee, narcotics.


Cass - Jul 03, 2012 7:56:22 pm PDT #16320 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.

I damn well knew she and her boyfriend moved into the neighborhood. I just wasn't really thinking, "Hey, maybe I'll get to meet Tim's ex tonight!"

Yeah, no one expects the Spanish Inquisition or random exes. But I am glad it was honestly friendly and then moving on.