Jayne ,'The Message'
[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.
Teppy: that is the kind of INSANE CRACK I'm going to have to check out.
It's pretty cool, although there's still a lot of wack shit going on.
That is pretty awesome Nightwing news, Steph!
I figured that's what would happen, but they had to drag it out and make it all dramatic and make Jason (more) insane and then try to make it look like he died (again), which no one believes.
Yay Kalliope! I know a 6 month old Kalliope whose father is Greek and it's pronounced the Greek way, Kall-ee-OH-pee, and she's called Popi (POPE-ee). But I think Kall-EYE-oh-pee is beautiful too.
And I'm all WHAT?!?!?!?
See, I was going to go there, but flea did first. I love the name, pronounced either the Greek way or the American way, and am happy it's spelled with a K.
But mostly I'm happy for a healthy Babyfras!
My favorite Italian restaurant is a little place in Little Italy in Baltimore, but I lived at Olive Garden and Spaghetti Factory in the years between getting out of college and having a kitchen of my own.
My computer is named Cabana Boy and our network is Porter, after Cole.
Stuff I didn't say today:
OK, so you had the meeting about how to structure that section of the web site and didn't see any reason to include me and then sent me the text (which sucked majorly) with an OMG!GOTTAGETTHISUPONTHEWEBSITERIGHTNOWASAP!!!1! message ... and you didn't want it to go live and I just spent two days not only getting your crappy and repetitive text up but NOW you tell me this?
I DID tell them that the old pages are gone, gone, gone.
I'm finding the idea of Italian chain restaurants oddly intriguing since (a) I cook Italian at home fairly often and (b) we have not-chain Italian restaurants in abundance here.
When I was growing up in the wilds of suburbia we didn't have Italian chain restaurants either. Just local, family pizza joints and I guess Sbarro at the mall.
It's kind of exotic to me, like a restaurant that specializes in Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches.
See, I was going to go there, but flea did first. I love the name, pronounced either the Greek way or the American way, and am happy it's spelled with a K.
We are pronouncing it the American way - my Uncle the professor of Classics was first to deliver a lecture on it's pronunciation (a loving lecture, not a boring, covered-in-chalk-dust lecture). Spelling it with a C was never on the table.
Our dog has no idea what to make of the little invader, or of my incision.
~ma to those that need it, as I have skipped to the end.
like a restaurant that specializes in Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches.
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See? That's exotic by being mundane.
Poor Sass! There's a new puppy in the family now.
It always fills me with glee when I find a good non-chain restaurant in a shopping center.
One of the funniest things in Jax-- we have a family where three of the relatives each have their own restaurant. They're all in strip malls and within five miles of each other (two of them are actually in adjoining strip malls). Vito's, Enza's, & Rosalia's. We speculate that they probably had some spat over how to prepare the alla rosa, each of them said, "You're crazy, you're making it wrong!" and decided to start their own places.
We also have a really good place up the street, next door to Publix.