Xander ,'Chosen'
[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.
We talked and corresponded with him when he was supposed to be the guest of honor at the DeepSouthCon my ex and I chaired. He complimented my story in Asimov's. He had to cancel, and Al Williamson, he of sainted memory, filled in at the last minute.
I have my own awesomeness.
As usual.
Let us be awesome together.
Of course.
The ghosties that cats stare at don't trouble me, whatever they are. it's the ones that make them hiss and run that I worry about.
Vortex, I think I use both APP-lic-able and app-LICK-able? I don't know why I'd use one vs the other that.
I am pretty sure they are both correct
There's a brand called Justin's that makes a chocolate hazelnut spread with only a couple teaspoons of sugar per serving and it is delicious! We eat it all the time in my house.
Burrell, Justin's is the BOMB. I get the packets of peanut butter with honey and eat them after roller derby practice on the way home. Because I can EAT ALL THE FUD after skating and that takes the edge off.
Laura, I really hope he can sort himself out and figure out what he wants to do. It sucks. You did what you could for him and it's up to him to do the rest.
Ginger, I love City! I took a summer course on science fiction when I was 13 and I that was the first time I got to read some really awesome stuff from the golden age.
My black kitty Java is into kidney disease, and I've got to get ringers solution, drip lines, and syringes and start doing the subcutaneous fluids thing with him. He's gotten so unhappy with an almost insatiable thirst. That should help.
I got some the claddagh ring done today...dick littering done today...decluttering done today. I'm amused and am going to leave those. It's the voice recognition.
Vlad likes to yowl at the walls and then jump up them. There is nothing there we can see. Doesn't stop me from glaring at those spots on the walls and telling whatever is there to SETTLE DOWN.
Milo runs around the house like he's being pursued by a bear, a lot. Usually in the early mornings. I reckon he has an ongoing rivalry with a house spirit.
He also stands guard over the corners where, I assume, there are mice under the floorboards. But that just makes me feel all protected.