Everybody plays each other. That's all anybody ever does. We play parts.

Saffron ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


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.


brenda m - Dec 16, 2013 5:47:23 am PST #7236 of 30002
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Magic, is my theory.


beekaytee - Dec 16, 2013 5:48:02 am PST #7237 of 30002
Compassionately intolerant

I am struggling with "the perfect is the enemy of the good" but feel I need to ask one more question before getting on with the web show marketing.

My days of boring y'all with this are definitely coming to a middle.

No, I actually mean 'end.'

My current tagline is: A web show where we talk about the things you just don't want to talk about...but should.

I've been getting pushback on the word 'should' which I do understand.

I'm trying to be a bit controversial because my style is totally appreciative and supportive, BUT very proactive.

Anyway, I just haven't found the perfect words, despite understanding the objections.

This morning, I came up with: The web show where we talk about the things in life that are hard to face, and even harder to talk about.

That seems kind of long.

I have a web person producing a facebook fan page, so I need to make a decision quickly.

I'd appreciate any thoughts!


beekaytee - Dec 16, 2013 5:48:56 am PST #7238 of 30002
Compassionately intolerant

I make granola in my crock pot

Recipe?

I love granola too.


Steph L. - Dec 16, 2013 5:50:24 am PST #7239 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

I make granola in my crock pot, too

GENIUS

Seriously, I must try this. Because I love granola, and it just never goes well when I try to make my own.

This was the recipe I used as my springboard (with granola, you can pretty much throw in whatever you want): [link] It's from a crockpot/slow cooker recipe site, so it's worth poking around for other recipes.


Amy - Dec 16, 2013 5:56:22 am PST #7240 of 30002
Because books.

bonny, what about "...the things you don't want to talk about...but need to know"?


Nora Deirdre - Dec 16, 2013 6:03:28 am PST #7241 of 30002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

Ugh, I burned my boob pretty badly by spilling hot soup on my chest. Slept clutching freezer packs and this morning it's not as painful but has some blistering. I put on Lush Ultra Balm and a large bandaid over the blistery part to protect it from popping before it finishes healing.

Wah.


beekaytee - Dec 16, 2013 6:30:52 am PST #7242 of 30002
Compassionately intolerant

That's good Amy! I spend so much time thinking that people would be so much happier if they just knew a few things about themselves.

The frustrating thing about this exploration is that I don't know how to answer the question "Why should I come see you?" People struggle with old patterns and beliefs that make them miserable. I can help them overcome them quite quickly.

"Hey! You are miserable. I can help you achieve a state of mind that you can't even imagine right now" doesn't really work.


beekaytee - Dec 16, 2013 6:34:05 am PST #7243 of 30002
Compassionately intolerant

Crockpot Christmas Crack.


WindSparrow - Dec 16, 2013 6:36:06 am PST #7244 of 30002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

bonny, what about "...the things you don't want to talk about...but need to know"?

Along those lines, my suggestion is "...but still need to talk about."


WindSparrow - Dec 16, 2013 6:41:56 am PST #7245 of 30002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

Ouchies, Nora! Heal quickly!

IOworkN, I just got voluntold (thanks whoever came up with that word, sorry I cannot remember which spicy brain it came from) to accompany one of the individuals to Hooters for his birthday. For weeks he had been saying he wanted to go to a strip club, but his dad suggested Hooters for dinner instead. Good thinking, dad, cuz a strip club would be even more more awkward for the women who work the PM shift to pull off. Somebody else has a funeral to go to this week, can't I do that instead?