Buffy! If I wanted to fight, you could tell by the being dead already.

Glory ,'Potential'


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.


Toddson - Oct 31, 2013 11:41:43 am PDT #5885 of 30002
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

I'd like to point out that at least Cincinnati has Graeter's which, at this time of year, regardless of whether the Great Pumpkin arrives, the Graeter's Pumpkin WILL.


Steph L. - Oct 31, 2013 11:44:15 am PDT #5886 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

Mmmm...pumpkin ice cream.


sj - Oct 31, 2013 11:44:49 am PDT #5887 of 30002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I was born a cranky old fuddy-duddy. I have a headache right now that makes me want to shut off all the lights and eat the candy myself rather than answering the door.


Toddson - Oct 31, 2013 11:46:41 am PDT #5888 of 30002
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

and the problem with that is?


Steph L. - Oct 31, 2013 11:47:20 am PDT #5889 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

Yeah, last year some kids showed up at 5:30 and POUNDED on the door. Trick-or-treat starts at 6:00. I wanted to open the door and yell at them, but instead I ran for the pantry and grabbed the candy. Because it was Halloween, damn it.

Man, I just looked outside, and it is NEVER going to stop raining. This is nuts.


sj - Oct 31, 2013 11:54:20 am PDT #5890 of 30002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

and the problem with that is?

Because there are too many windows in my house, so they'll know I'm home, and I'll feel guilty.


Toddson - Oct 31, 2013 11:59:22 am PDT #5891 of 30002
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

I've gotten into nail art and, as a result, I wander about the internets looking for ideas. For Halloween, I ran across this (not my nails, just something I admire).


§ ita § - Oct 31, 2013 12:04:46 pm PDT #5892 of 30002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Because there are too many windows in my house, so they'll know I'm home, and I'll feel guilty.

We just turned off the porch lights most years. I've never been trick or treated when we weren't signalling candy inside.


Toddson - Oct 31, 2013 12:09:58 pm PDT #5893 of 30002
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

When I was a kid (back in the good old days when every kid in the neighborhood and a good distance around hit every house they could) when we got tired or ran out of candy, we'd turn off the porch light, close the curtains, and turn off the lights at the front of the house and no one bothered us. There was even a family down the street that refused to have anything to do with the whole thing, so they'd turn off their porch light but leave big bushel baskets of apples and pears out; kids would grab one (or two or three, but with other people offering CANDY, not more) and leave them alone.


DavidS - Oct 31, 2013 12:25:19 pm PDT #5894 of 30002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

The whole idea of trick-or-treating being moved seems bizarre to me.

Yeah, me too, I hate it. But in SF it's always on Oct. 31.