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.
I am T-Rex!
I want to make a t-shirt of just panel 5, because that is my life motto.
I thought for a second we were going to get a pic of P-C with leetle teeny arms, trying to do a push-up...
Man, isn't it awesome when you realize you've accidentally been posting your Facebook statuses publicly for the last week or two? Christ.
Construction dudes just moved my POD. I suspect that POD will be a little confused when they come to pick it up whenever. But sidewalks need pouring and Stuart has a CAT.
I thought for a second we were going to get a pic of P-C with leetle teeny arms, trying to do a push-up...
I'd have clicked that. T-Rex arms are always hilarious.
Man, I LOVE the day after a deadline. It's like the world is sunny and bright, languorous and lovely again. And I can look at my computer without twitching.
ION, I will need to get a new laptop soon. OH HAI I DON'T HAVE THE MONEY FUCKFUCKFUCKGRRR.
I love tech!
I HATE tech!
P-C,
yikes! I hope not too much damage has been done.
Reason # 1,023 that I am not on FB.
I was so confused when a cousin I thought I had on Limited Profile liked my status last night, but I couldn't figure it out, and then I took him off Limited Profile anyway.
Nothing was terribly bad, but there was a status about a co-worker that really wasn't supposed to be public, even though I didn't specify that it was a co-worker.
Jilli has mentioned that small kids tend to look at her and think, "Oh, a real live cartoon character!" She's not wrong. Except that Matilda clearly thinks, "Oh, a real live cartoon character and fashion guru!"
Awww! Please tell Matilda that I very much approve of her new shirt!
Also, completely random report: on walking to the first pharmacy through a residential neighborhood full of condos for sale, I discovered that there is a realtor in San Francisco named Lydia Dietz. At first that seemed like an awfully pedestrian career choice for Lydia, but then it occurred to me that possibly she's made it her life's mission to join quirky and beloved homes with exactly the right owners, and protect those homes from pretentious asshats bent on gutting them, destroying their legacies and pissing off all their ghosts. Or possibly she's just bent on making sure no ghost ever has reason to call on Beetle... that guy, ever again. Actually, kind of a noble mission.
This is a great story, and the sort of thing I needed to see today. (Work is being especially ... worklike.)
ION, I will need to get a new laptop soon. OH HAI I DON'T HAVE THE MONEY FUCKFUCKFUCKGRRR.
Wasn't ND selling a bunch of Macs? Maybe he didn't sell them all yet?
I *love* the Lydia Dietz story.