I'm quite certain I know who actually keeps the handcuff keys in his pocketses, right next to the sonic screwdriver.
Barrowman?
Hey, evil dead, you're in my seat.
Xander ,'First Date'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
Barb - Jul 01, 2009 2:59:52 pm PDT #14898 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Barb - Jul 01, 2009 3:00:55 pm PDT #14899 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Oh, Ben Browder. How can one man have so much of the HOTT?
::le sigh::
Zenkitty - Jul 01, 2009 3:01:05 pm PDT #14900 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Is that a sonic screwdriver in your pocket, or... oh. it is. never mind then.
Fay - Jul 01, 2009 3:03:00 pm PDT #14901 of 30000
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Further to the ficcish discussion about the Warnings Debate over on LJ recently: I found this post both interesting and thought-provoking.
P.M. Marc - Jul 01, 2009 3:12:43 pm PDT #14902 of 30000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Browder is delicious. I almost expect Cass to show up now to laugh at me for reasons I will not specify. Anyhow, he kind of needs to be observed in motion. And in leather.
Ginger - Jul 01, 2009 3:16:13 pm PDT #14903 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Kid calls my office says "I know that you have to have 30 credits and a 3.6 to be in the Honors Program, but what if you have 29 credits" YOU'RE NOT FUCKING ELIGIBLE, YOU FUCKWIT!!!
By definition, if you can't read the instructions, you're not honors program material.
I grit my teeth so hard to keep from losing my temper in a monumental way at an idiot medical assistant today that now my face hurts.
The story: My tongue has been sore since February. It looks like a form of a fungal infection, but several rounds of anti-fungal medication did nothing for it. When I went to the ENT, after he offered no ideas or solutions about my sinus pain, he said he didn't think the tongue thing was a fungus, but the thing to do was to take a culture and find out. He noted that it would take a while to get results. I got results to my Kaiser account online about bacteria, but nothing about fungi.
Several weeks went by, in which I was distracted by the tendonitis in my wrist going to DefCon 4. Finally I e-mailed him, and he discovered that the entirely wrong test had been ordered. They set up another appointment two weeks later for me to have a new culture. I got the same assistant person, and when she looked it up in the computer, she said, "Oh, I guess I ordered the wrong test. At least we're not charging you for this visit." Then she giggled. When the doctor asked her for the testing stuff, she brought back a handful of random different things and said, "Is one of these right?" He grit his teeth and left the room. He then found the right testing kit. She started offering random ideas about what she should put in the computer to get the right test. He grit his teeth again and said "I'll do it."
Lee - Jul 01, 2009 3:17:25 pm PDT #14904 of 30000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Browder is delicious. I almost expect Cass to show up now to laugh at me for reasons I will not specify. Anyhow, he kind of needs to be observed in motion. And in leather.
I can do it for her!
WindSparrow - Jul 01, 2009 3:19:45 pm PDT #14905 of 30000
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.
Good gravy, Ginger. If your doctor's back office staff get any stupider, he'll have to have Crighton come up with a plan to get them to accomplish anything.
-t - Jul 01, 2009 3:24:32 pm PDT #14906 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
That's astounding, Ginger. You don't see such blatant incompetence paraded quite so nakedly very often.
Barb - Jul 01, 2009 3:32:13 pm PDT #14907 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Abby is spending the night at a friend's. Friend's mom is one of my best friends (works pretty well, that). Anyhow, my friend just emailed me with a snippet of Abby's dinner conversation with my friend's son.
A: Michael Jackson died.
C: the basketball player?
A: no that’s Michael Jordan
C: oh right he’s the one from Space Jam
A: Michael Jackson is the one who looks like a white zombie lady because of a skin infection that rotted his face off
::facepalm::