Buffy: Where are the burgers? Riley: Yeah man, I'm starving. Cow me. Xander: I'd love to make with the moo but the fire's not cooperating.

'Lessons'


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.


Volans - Dec 10, 2012 9:50:17 am PST #23685 of 30001
move out and draw fire

Pack out has started. My life is being wrapped in white paper and taped into cardboard boxes.


Kate P. - Dec 10, 2012 10:32:49 am PST #23686 of 30001
That's the pain / That cuts a straight line down through the heart / We call it love

Oh, man, this t-shirt is SO relevant to my interests. [link] Severely tempted to buy, but do not have the money. Will have to hope it gets reprinted elsewhere.

That's by my friend Karen Hallion!


sj - Dec 10, 2012 11:55:59 am PST #23687 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

That shirt is adorable, smonster.

I'm beyond exhausted, but I went out with friends today and also finally have my nasal spray. I also have a prescription for vitamin D because apparently my over the counter supplement is not doing the trick.


Cass - Dec 10, 2012 12:38:57 pm PST #23688 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.

My life is being wrapped in white paper and taped into cardboard boxes.

Use ALL of the white paper. I didn't lose a single item which made me feel like my overbuying of white paper was completely the right call to make.


omnis_audis - Dec 10, 2012 1:36:58 pm PST #23689 of 30001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir

My landlords put up garlands around the front of the house. (Is that what they're called? The sort of ropes of pine stuff, with big red bows where they're attached to the porch railing.) It makes me kind of vaguely uncomfortable, but I understand that there's no right to be free from being vaguely uncomfortable. I'll be glad when it's down, though.
That part of Christmas is more Norse than Christian, if it makes you feel any better. Just furrow your brow at your landlords, and call them pagans. See if they bite. Add to it, some of our days of the week seem to be attributed to Nordic Gods (Thursday = Thor's Day, Friday = Freyja's Day, and of course the sun and moon days, but that's hardly just Norse).

ION - for the thrid time, the Deans office has sent out the staff holiday party flyer. For the third time, it is a black background, with black type. The only way it's readible in the least, is due to ugly font choice with lots of outline highlights. You would think, a school of the arts would have a better graphics department in the deans office. Sadly, no. And these are the same people who make our programs and ads. They are equally ugly. Ugg. So disappointing.


§ ita § - Dec 10, 2012 1:43:03 pm PST #23690 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

That part of Christmas is more Norse than Christian

I always think of that as winter celebration. I don't really like winter.


Hil R. - Dec 10, 2012 1:50:02 pm PST #23691 of 30001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

That part of Christmas is more Norse than Christian, if it makes you feel any better.

It's still Christmas. It's still stuff that wouldn't have been allowed in my house when I was a kid.


smonster - Dec 10, 2012 1:51:32 pm PST #23692 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Kate, I know! I found her through you.


§ ita § - Dec 10, 2012 1:56:40 pm PST #23693 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

It's still stuff that wouldn't have been allowed in my house when I was a kid.

Did you have a moratorium (or do I mean moratorii?) on all other religion-related artefacts, or just Christianity?


Beverly - Dec 10, 2012 2:01:08 pm PST #23694 of 30001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

I never think of evergreen decorations as related to any sort of religion. They're just a way of reminding those of us locked in a dark time bereft of growing things that green still exists, until spring comes and brings the light back. That's not so much Christian, Heathen, or Pagan as atavistic human. To me, anyway.