The Buffy Summers to Harrowhark Nonagesimus pipeline is real.
I have got to read those books.
'The Killer In Me'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
The Buffy Summers to Harrowhark Nonagesimus pipeline is real.
I have got to read those books.
You really must. I wouldn't recommend them to everyone (maybe to everyone here) but I feel pretty certain you will enjoy them, Tep
Jess and Debet made me llol
Tonight is a party with my sister’s marina buddies. I’ve assembled my char-booze-erie plate. I took a bunch of mini booze bottles and tied them together with gold ribbons. There’s bourbon, cognac, lemon vodka, tequila, spiced rum, and some new-to-me root beer-flavored thing that will either be terrible or surprisingly yummy—I can’t imagine a middle ground with that one. Tomorrow my sister and BiL will be coming over for dinner. And Sunday I’m going over to make Christmas cookies with two of my grandnephews. One of them is under a year old, so I expect he’ll be mostly supervising. It’s all very festive.
That sounds Festive As Fuck! I need to cultivate some marina buddies.
The Buffy Summers to Harrowhark Nonagesimus pipeline is real.
I did not get that reference, but I'm way behind in corpsifyin' body part fiction.
I have tasks to do today which mostly require filling out forms (which I hate so much that my executive function seizes up like a Mini Cooper's uncoddled engine block), and communicating with people.
And I don't want to!
{stamps foot petulantly}
The other day I did see somebody literally do a petulant foot stomp, and the perpetrator was not a toddler but a 70+ y.o. man.
I was at the German bakery getting getting fancy cake slices for friends, and also threw in a mini-Berliner, taking one of the last four. And this old fart came in right behind me and stomped his foot in peeved annoyance that he couldn't have FOUR mini Berliners which was his regular order.
I almost gave him my mini-Berliner but he was being such a fucking baby about it I decided not to reward that behavior.
I did mean to say, excellent sounding plans, Calli!
Mmm, cake and especially Berliner with the extra zing of righteous spite
I would enjoy that Berliner twice as much under the circumstances.
My dad bought a canoe today and named it, by consensus in the family chat, Row v Wade.
Upon hearing this news (kids are not part of the family chat), Aeryn immediately quipped back "So if it capsizes, you've overturned Row v Wade?"
I am SO PROUD.
I am SO PROUD.
BRAVA!
Hey Buffistas, I have been away from the board. Work is work, but it looks like we probably won't get shut down at midnight, which is nice and probably means that I won't get called back from my vacation next week.
I'm washing the big dog blanket and as a result the dog is in the crate (in order to keep her off the unprotected couch), and she is quite annoyed about this.
My birthday dinner a few weeks ago was delayed bcz a couple people had colds. So we're having it tonight, which is nice, except instead of Indian takeout, it's salmon. I mean, I like salmon, but I was really looking forward to Indian food. Ah, well, it's fine.
I hope everyone has a lovely weekend!
Timelies all!
Can I just say fuck Elon Musk and fuck the MAGAt politicians in Congress? Ok, it looks like a last minute continuing resolution may pass, but I'm so tired of all this bullshit.
(Yes, I'm a federal employee, albeit an "essential" one who would still have to go to work if the government shuts down.)
My Sunday plans, oddly, depend on whether there's a shutdown, but not in any way that actually affects me in the real way it affects other people. My govt. friend got four of us signed up for the White House holiday tour, but if there is a shutdown, too bad, so sad. We will pivot happily if needed. We went three (?) years ago. It is stupendous fun.
Ooh, dinner's here!
Fuck Elon Musk all the way to Mars and leave him there. I saw a guy yesterday in a fancy new MAGA ball cap that's clearly post-election merch, and I could almost see myself getting in his face and yelling at him. I did not, of course, because I'm not an idiot. Instead I just let all the rage seep back inside, as god and capitalism intended.