Excellent news about T's dad! And Callaluna's mom, too!
'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
Yay to all health news!
Keeping the health~ma coming, to be extra-extra effective.
Zenkitty, that is an awesome story.
I'm no longer sure that I would make an excellent juror. Not because I'm not good at synthesizing facts and conclusions myself, but because I couldn't deal with it if one of the people in the room was all clinging to some dumb theory and I couldn't just burst out with "Why so stupid?" And because I'm a liberal so I think people would be smart if they Got It, I'm not satisfied till my head hits the wall again and again...fuck a duck.And this is twitter...nobody really loses if I don't make my point...rape culture, maybe, in the abstract, but...
Yay good health news.
Nice goosebumps, thanks Zenkitty!
I couldn't deal with it if one of the people in the room was all clinging to some dumb theory and I couldn't just burst out with "Why so stupid?"
We had one on the jury, but she backed down under the pressure of the rest of us repeating "the judge said" a few billion times.
I love people's ghost stories so much. I have none of my own.
Good health news is good.
I would hope that I would deal with an unthreatening spectre with the same aplomb.
I couldn't deal with it if one of the people in the room was all clinging to some dumb theory and I couldn't just burst out with "Why so stupid?"
Oh, yes, this. I always think, if I just explain it clearly enough this dodohead will surely have a lightbulb moment and understand, but no. That never happens. The more sense you make, the tighter they hug their dumb theory.
I love people's ghost stories so much. I have none of my own.
I have a few.
Excellent news about T's dad! And Callaluna's mom, too!
What Zen said!
My dExH and I had some sort of trouble maker in our house in Stockton. At first it was scary and annoying. After a while, I just had to laugh and the antics went from torn up clothes and papers, open and dumped drawers to sunglasses set up in comical 'I'm watching you' poses and 'it's about to fall but you came just in time' stacks of things.
The best experience of a 'specter' was when I went to scatter my Great Aunt's ashes in Carmel. Long, long, sad, exhausting story shorter, I stumbled on to a place to do the casting and sat on the edge of a cliff shaking. I was so strung out with grief and anxiety.
Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me and turned to find an older man in an old fashioned suit...totally out of place on a cliff side hiking trail. He said in a lovely French accent, "Ah, I see you have found the beauty." Somehow, I felt perfectly relieved. I glanced at the horizon and said,"Yes it..." when I turned back a second later, he was gone. No one for a hundred yards in either direction on the trail.
Later, I remembered that Mary had a French suitor for decades. Maybe she sent him to tell me everything was okay.
If Mary had come herself, I might very well have pitched myself off the cliff. But, this man did not frighten me at all.