Ahhh, the flirting impaired. meara should just market tapes of herself out on a Saturday night and you would know all.
Mal ,'War Stories'
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.
Ahhh, the flirting impaired.
I sit firmly in this demographic.
meara should just market tapes of herself out on a Saturday night and you would know all.
No lie. She's great at it.
For the first time in at least a week, I am attempting to sleep with no ankle brace and no pain meds. Let's see how long this sleeping actually lasts.
Well, considering that I didn't learn till I was over 25, I don't think I'm flirt-impaired, but that may just be comparatively. But I'd still be more likely to know if you wanted to hurt me more than if you wanted to kiss me, though(Not because I'm kinky, but because my crazy teenaged media crush? Was on a threat-assessment expert, and I read his book like, twelve times. I guess part of me wants that "X would kill you if you tried anything," thing to be literal.)
someone to "fix"
Anyone trying to "fix" someone should really just take a long, looooong look in the mirror. Fixing is not something that should be a goal, attempt, whatEVERTHEFUCK!
Ahem. Issues.
If you need to "fix" someone you're with the wrong someone.
I'm belaboring the obvious, aren't I?
Exciting news: the Giants had their first no-hitter since 1976. Almost a perfect game except for an error by the third baseman. And it wasn't Tim Lincecum or Matt Cain or Randy Johnson, but Jonathan Sanchez!
Less exciting news: Emmett's all-star team lost tonight in their second game. 2-1 in extra innings. The pitching was awesome on both sides, with all the runs in the game being unearned (because of defensive lapses).
In the bottom of the sixth, with a runner at third with one out, Arlo and Emmett worked out of the jam to send it into extras. Just one passed ball would've lost the game but Emmett blocked like nine or ten very filthy knuckle curves in the dirt to keep the runner back. It was the most excruciating, pressure-packed game of catch you can imagine.
In the eighth inning (Little League games go 6 innings, so the second inning of extras) their hitter had a bloop single over the third baseman's head. Third baseman threw it away trying to get the runner at second. The right fielder tracked the ball down and got it to Emmett in time to stop the runner. We walked the bases full to get the force out. Wild pitch bounced in the dirt and got away, Emmett scrambled after it and fed it to the pitcher covering in time to catch the runner in a rundown. Two throws and Emmett made the tag getting the out.
And I thought we might pull it out then but the next batter looped a single out in front of our centerfielder and the game was over.
So now we go to the loser's bracket and play every day to get a chance to win district. But it doesn't look good. We burned a lot of pitching in this game.
On the other hand: our consequence for losing a baseball game is that we play another one tomorrow. Life's not too bad when the worst thing that can happen is you get to play baseball.
Looks like everyone is flaking on going to the Serenity/Dr Horrible screening. So? Do I fly solo? Or sleep in?
Do I fly solo?
Do it! Don't punk out! Fuck that shit. It's going to be fun. You can sleep when you're dead.
It's being reported that Ryan Reynolds has been cast as Green Lantern.
I keep thinking of him as Berg in "Two guys..." and my head spins, a bit.