Both would be good. I crave one of those big, old-fashioned, claw-footed bathtubs.

Taking baths is actually generally a bad idea for me, for TMI reasons, but I support baths for others. More baths for people who enjoy them! Larger bathtubs where applicable!

Sail, you should definitely listen to Cabin Pressure (perhaps in the bath?) Don't put too much weight on the opening monologue. It's not in earnest and significantly different from what makes me love the show,and that character.

The one in Abu Dhabi, Debet?

Yeah, that one. Once you know the character, it plays very differently, but, IMO, it starts you off with the impression that Douglas is highly irresponsible, whereas, really, he's just moderately irresponsible, but in ways that he's pretty sure will work out just fine, and he's almost always right. And the tone is just...odd. The show has a complex relationship to alcohol, and it's almost never what it is in that first bit.

Peach Schnapps!

I will see your Peach Schnapps and raise you...a third can of pineapple juice.

I'm going through a pile of Hubby's old magazines, old issues from when he was a teenager doing plastic models of planes, ships, etc. It was a passion of his as a kid, a portable hobby for a kid in a military family. A few issues of this magazine go for a couple of bucks each on eBay, and I keep thinking I should try to sell them. That's countered with a cost analysis of effort vs. return, countered again by a desire for someone in the world to recognize what Hubby did in his life. It's so fucking hard to separate things that I need to clear out from the man I want to world to recognize and mourn along with me.

For the, like, 3 people who aren't on FB and haven't already seen it....Hardest ever Buffy quiz. It really is embarassingly difficult. BUT...highly recommend retaking it to get a high score for the lovely GIF of shirtless BreakfastSpike.

If you would like some help with the more ridic questions... when in doubt, choose the first option. Except for the date Faith woke up, that's #2. Joyce's card was from Brian.

edited because in spite of the face that I can type obscenely fast, I have apparently lost the ability to proofread, or even just check, before hitting enter or posting

I am trapped in a phonecall with my teenage niece. I don't even know what we're talking about anymore. We've gone through henna tattoos to her weird dreams to um, boys named Mailer and Task, which may be teen-girl-pr0n she's writing. And there's a witch that keeps coming up. I am praying her mom will arrive home soon.

Ah, Vortex, the more I learn about your dad, the more I think he was the bee's knees.

Yep, I was very lucky to have had him. Whenever I miss him, I can't help but smile at the same time.