I'm 17. Looking at linoleum makes me want to have sex.

Xander ,'First Date'


Goodbye and Good Riddance 2017: That'll put marzipan in your pie plate, Bingo!  

Every year we watch the Charlie Brown special, do the Snoopy dance, wish everybody a Merry Thanksgivukkahmas, and thank our Secret Santas in the good riddance thread. Which is this one, in case you were wondering.

Go away, 2017. You have a lot to turn around, 2018. Bring it on.


SuziQ - Dec 01, 2017 7:17:23 am PST #6 of 162
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

Buffy!Bot, thank you for the word salad. It sums up my brain right now.


Atropa - Dec 01, 2017 10:06:54 am PST #7 of 162
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

This year has been weird, but I'm going to try to focus on the good things, the biggest one being: my awesome dentist figured out what my daily fluctuating migraines was and how to treat it. I now get six Botox injections every four months, and they make the migraines go away.

Oh, and Pete and I celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary. :)


Laura - Dec 01, 2017 10:36:45 am PST #8 of 162
I didn't know how to respond to the bat-shit crazy. And then I realized I didn't have to. -Victor Infante

But I have a job I like and a boyfriend of 5 months who is pretty awesome.

Those are very good things!

Wow, Jilli. I don't know which is better, no migraines or 20 years with Mr. Adorable.


quester - Dec 01, 2017 4:00:21 pm PST #9 of 162
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.

Top10?

Fuck 2017!


quester - Dec 01, 2017 4:01:34 pm PST #10 of 162
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.

However, way to go, askye!

Congrats, Jilli, on the migraine treatment.


WindSparrow - Dec 02, 2017 7:30:14 am PST #11 of 162
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.

I have posted this before in other places, but it's kind of my manifesto now for navigating life in these oh, so interesting times. There have been many ugly things that happened, many heartbreaking events, so very many ways the bastards try to get us down. But also, the world keeps turning. There are cute animals. There are adorable children. There are good things that do happen. There are amazing people fighting the bastards. So anyway:

I say we celebrate.

We celebrate every joyful moment that we can bear to. We celebrate each other. We celebrate victories minuscule and galactic. We celebrate our own worth and we celebrate the worth of every member of the human race.

We celebrate the effort that somehow came to naught, and we celebrate the moments when everything simply comes together in a constellation of perfection and there is victory. We celebrate, because to give in to despair will leave us no strength to fight. We celebrate in grey dresses and monotone voices. We celebrate in jewel tones and arias.

We will celebrate because this might be the Apocalypse and we have learned from Buffy that when we've done fighting this one, there will be another. We will celebrate because this might be Ragnaroc or it might be Armageddon but we will not go down without a fight.

We will celebrate because joy only lives intermingled with grief.

We will celebrate because every breath is a giant "Fuck you!" to the mundanity of evil.


Laura - Dec 02, 2017 9:25:50 am PST #12 of 162
I didn't know how to respond to the bat-shit crazy. And then I realized I didn't have to. -Victor Infante

I celebrate WindSparrow with joy!


Beverly - Dec 02, 2017 11:34:39 am PST #13 of 162
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

::Raises glass to Windsparrow. Quaffs glass to the dregs. Smashes glass in fireplace. Roars, Klingon-wise, "To joy, victory, life!"::


Zenkitty - Dec 02, 2017 12:55:54 pm PST #14 of 162
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

In 2017, Trump

*strangled noises, sounds of furniture breaking*

*soothing Muzak*

Also in 2017, I broke my leg and dislocated my ankle falling down an extinct volcano in Iceland, which I maintain is the best way to incur a serious injury. Not merely because in Iceland they give you morphine. It was a very bad injury and required three surgeries to get it back to being a real leg again. I spent more than two months living at my sister's house, for good reasons, and I love her, but I missed my home and my kitties so much. (They had a good petsitter and were fine. They did miss me, though.) The ankle is healing; the bones are fine but the soft tissues resent the insult and could take a year to heal fully. I may have a limp forever, or arthritis, I may never be able to run again. (Oh, like I was a jogger before.) But I'm pretty thankful that I can walk without much pain. It could've been much worse.

There was also a dreadful incident with the bloodthinner Xarelto, which was prescribed as a blood clot preventative, but in 3x the amount it should've been, resulting in a period that didn't stop for six weeks, turned into a flood (in a movie theater, ffs), and ended with me going to the ER after fainting in the bathroom. Turned out, I had lost about half the blood in my body. They said if I'd been stoic much longer I could've died. That whole thing was more stressful than the broken leg. But I'll always have a special memory of Guardians of the Galaxy 2.

But there were good things for me in 2017 too. I made a new friend, the sister of one of my best friends, who spent Thanksgiving with my family and is a delightful person. She is, of course, getting ready to move about 2 hours away to move in with her boyfriend. *sigh* I'd like to have a friend who lives closer than 40 minutes' drive.

I got a new manager at work, which has relieved almost all my work stress. He's calm, competent, looks out for his team, and leaves us tf alone to do our jobs. It's great.

I've lost about 18 pounds this year, and finally found an AD that's working to manage my depression and anxiety. I'm not "cured" but I feel much better and can function more days than not. (ISTG last year if I hadn't been able to work from home and thus hide my meltdowns, I don't know what would've happened. Luckily nobody could tell what a hard time I was having.)

My kitties are happy and healthy and bratty and somehow not fat. My house and my car remain sturdy and reliable. Oh crap I forgot to call Allstate about the fence that fell down. Okay, Monday for that. Something else to be thankful for, good home insurance.

And my neighbors just brought me cookies, delivered solemnly by their 3-year-old adorable shy son. They're the perfect neighbors, friendly but with no desire to be friends. They feel the same about me, I know because they told me so! Dang, these cookies are delicious. That's dinner, right there, 'cause I'ma eat 'em all.

2018, no pressure, but you need to fix 2017's mess. Life is going pretty good for me and I don't need another dang fool Year getting me and my homies sent to the hospital or jail or another dang protest march in DC. I hate to give ultimatums, but get it together, or I'm breaking up with the Gregorian calendar.

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WindSparrow - Dec 02, 2017 9:17:28 pm PST #15 of 162
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.

Zen, I am ever so thankful to have you with us.

Beverly and Laura.... I raise my glass with you. Thank you, darlings.