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'Out Of Gas'


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.


EpicTangent - Nov 01, 2012 10:53:51 am PDT #22199 of 30001
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty

You didn't ask him to say it, you just asked if he could!

Exactly! Since he answered the question I asked, he earned his goodies.

ION, I had to submit a help ticket this morning because I'm not allowed to install a plug-in I need to download a spec I requested. I just looked at the ticket, and it said I'm requesting "admin rites", so now I'm picturing robes and an athame, maybe a blood sacrifice just to get me access to the specification. Makes the whole process much more amusing than previously.


beekaytee - Nov 01, 2012 11:21:02 am PDT #22200 of 30001
Compassionately intolerant

"I thought I wasn't supposed to talk to strangers and eat lots of candy! And I guess it's okay when YOU draw with marker all over my face, huh?"

Precisely!


Calli - Nov 01, 2012 11:24:39 am PDT #22201 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

I just looked at the ticket, and it said I'm requesting "admin rites", so now I'm picturing robes and an athame, maybe a blood sacrifice just to get me access to the specification.

Read privs are so much less dramatic than write privs.


brenda m - Nov 01, 2012 11:38:20 am PDT #22202 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

I just had to give my password to IT - which is currently Jackass with some numbers attached. I was in a mood the last time password changey time came around.


flea - Nov 01, 2012 11:39:45 am PDT #22203 of 30001
information libertarian

Aw, that made me think of spikelust (pronounced spik-el-oost.)


sj - Nov 01, 2012 11:42:23 am PDT #22204 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I just found out that my cousin C who gave birth on the 28th had to be evacuated from her hospital in the middle of the night because of Sandy, and now they are stuck staying in hotel with their newborn baby girl because their home is without power or heat. Any ~ma that can be spared that they get to go home with their little girl soon, would be much appreciated.


Laura - Nov 01, 2012 12:03:56 pm PDT #22205 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.

I am just heartsick over all the victims of the storm. Part of me thinks I can empathize with hurricane victims, but it is hot outside when we get hit, not freezing cold. Of course loss of life and property sucks equally no matter what the temperature.

LOVE the pictures of the cutiehead trick or treaters. I have to figure a way to share the picture of my great nieces. One of the mom freaks out if her child has a picture ever on the internet.


omnis_audis - Nov 01, 2012 2:13:34 pm PDT #22206 of 30001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir

so I'm responding to a post in Facebook, and an ad on the right side catches my eye. I swear to god, I thought it said "crap you can sleep with". And I was all, Huh??? Nope, it says "CPAP you can sleep with". Slightly different. And here I thought I had a lot of sleep last night. HA!


Sue - Nov 01, 2012 4:28:23 pm PDT #22207 of 30001
hip deep in pie

I just had to give my password to IT - which is currently Jackass with some numbers attached.

That reminds me of the time I was sent to Kinkos by a friend to have a poster printed with the file name Fucko. (Pre Rio even.) Of course all the fonts wouldn't load and I had to get someone to help.


brenda m - Nov 01, 2012 4:34:55 pm PDT #22208 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

CPAP

Pigs in Spaaaace.

Sorry. It's a reflex whenever CPAPs come up, because when my dad wears his we just can't help it.

I know the IT guy I was working with enough that while mildly embarrassed, I didn't jump to change it before I gave it to him, which I could have. If it were spikelust or possibly fucko, I might have.

(Also, every time we go up to Green Bay we pass Oostburg, which never fails to crack me up.)