Or Thomas Harris novels.
'Out Of Gas'
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.
I did watch Deadwood.
I'm tired. And in pain. And not remembering things.
But on Deadwood, that pig only ate people who were already dead, right?
But on Deadwood, that pig only ate people who were already dead, right?
Mostly dead I reckon.
I hate to tell y'all what the pigs ate in China. Some of the pigs anyway.
But on Deadwood, that pig only ate people who were already dead, right?
Mostly dead I reckon.
But would they refrain for true love?
Sindarin is better than a bass?
Better than a bass player, at any rate.
I dunno. I mean, it's not like I ever dated a musician. I'm taking Jilli's word on that. I dated tech geeks. Occasionally theatre people and married women. But mostly tech geeks.
I've been trying to teach her the notion of binary.
Sindarin is probably superior to that.
I've been trying to teach her the notion of binary.
That is so judgmental!
...
How's it going?
How's it going?
She drew a bunch of ones and zeroes and then got bored and asked for a story.
Okay, so maybe I shouldn't have started with a rambling explanation of bases and place values and charts and shit...
Those ones and zeros might be the beginning of the best story ever. You. don't. know. Actually you control the access to the Pit of Voles, so I guess you do know.
Okay, so maybe I shouldn't have started with a rambling explanation of bases and place values and charts and shit...
Ah, the problem with geek parents. Getting the base knowledge into the wee brains...