Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.

Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'


F2F 2: Is there anybody here that hasn't slept together?  

Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: New Orleans! May 20-22, 2005!


deborah grabien - Aug 20, 2004 12:26:15 pm PDT #7795 of 9999
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

We're having FUN.

mart, you weren't supposed to pick up aynone - what do you mean?


Topic!Cindy - Aug 20, 2004 12:26:36 pm PDT #7796 of 9999
What is even happening?

DX, I did not get the original message. I got Nora's question on whether she should reply, and your answer to that, but not the original.


Maria - Aug 20, 2004 12:31:58 pm PDT #7797 of 9999
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift

We're having FUN.

t pouting

I wanna be having FUN too. Harumph. Why am I still at work?

t /pouting

ETA the quote that allows this post to make sense.


DXMachina - Aug 20, 2004 12:36:09 pm PDT #7798 of 9999
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

DX, I did not get the original message.

Crap. That makes no sense. Did it get stuck in a spam filter? I sent it from my martzmountain address intead of my b.org address.

I did get your reply. I hate computers.


DavidS - Aug 20, 2004 12:39:20 pm PDT #7799 of 9999
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Met Teppy and Lexine, and Lexine's pretty daughter K for lunch at the Ferry building. We toured the food possibilities twice before making a decision. Lexine and I had the roasted provencale style food. Teppy had the seared swordfish sandwich with mango chutney and K had chowder and nibbles all around. I had roasted lamb. All very savory and tasty. Lexine is very fun, and easy-going and the most insane A's fan I've personally ever met. K showed us her surgery scar on her wrist and we gave her advice on what to wear in her upcoming Freshman year of high school. (Teppy and I advocated industrial hooker boots.) Afterwards, Jack Daniels gelato for Tep and Lex, Recchiutti more-expensive-than-god chocolate for K, and the banana cream tartlette for me.

Then we took a good walk along the waterfront on a spectacular day in SF, with a sweeping view of the Bay Bridge. I left them to return to work, as they headed toward PacBell.


Topic!Cindy - Aug 20, 2004 12:42:05 pm PDT #7800 of 9999
What is even happening?

I don't have a spam filter for it to get stuck in, and I've gotten other things from your martzmountain address, before.


Topic!Cindy - Aug 20, 2004 12:45:47 pm PDT #7801 of 9999
What is even happening?

I have it now. Oy. In fact, I had it then. It was next to spam [Tropical Paradise Awaits Yourefe] and got deleted when the spam did, by erm...user error. Sorry to be such a pill.


DXMachina - Aug 20, 2004 12:49:16 pm PDT #7802 of 9999
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

Okay. That's good.


ChiKat - Aug 20, 2004 1:46:26 pm PDT #7803 of 9999
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

Jack Daniels gelato for Tep and Lex, Recchiutti more-expensive-than-god chocolate for K, and the banana cream tartlette for me.

Oh sweet heavenly Jesus.

grabs bucket to clean up puddle of drool


sfmarty - Aug 20, 2004 1:56:00 pm PDT #7804 of 9999
Who? moi??

In some messages from days and days ago (I was doing heavy duty catchup today) someone said I was to pick them up.

Sebastian got out, sounds like. A real sweetheart, unless he is outside. Then he becomes a MaineCoon cat nut case. His war cries are unbelievable.

I am really sorry for the wounding.