Jayne ,'Ariel'
[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 like the "Miss Firstname" thing. It shows some respect for the elder, while still having some familiarity beyond a stranger on the street.
Yep.
Vortex, I posted something for you today in my blog, btw.
Also, I need motivation to go to the grocery store.
Fay - I was wandering through uni today, and came across some lads watching a big screen that had the Ashes scorecard up. They told me the boys had won (I now find that I cannot confirm this), and I got all excited and we had a little chat about cricket. It's lovely how these things bring people together.
Must e-mail amorphia from the Bronze, who is the world's biggest cricket fan (quite possibly literally), and who is responsible for my middling-level interest in cricket. Given that when we started sharing a flat, I knew nothing of it and cared even less, she really has done well.
ETA: And now I've confirmed the win. How adorable does Flintoff look in the photos? [link]
Lone picture of me from Saturday night. (At least that I'm letting out into the world.)
Daaamn. Lookin' good! Nice dress.
Beautiful color for you, Barb.
I have a serious question, thanks to my overwhelming dislike of conflict/displeasing people:
Among our group of friends, being touchy-feely is the norm, including hugging people in greeting and farewell. What other people do with each other doesn't bug me, but I'm moving more and more towards wanting fairly solid boundaries, and that's come to include I-Like-You-And-Consider-You-A-Friend-But-Please-Don't-Hug-Me.
So how do I express that without coming across as a total dick? These are people who, given the predilection for hugging, I have in fact hugged in the past (or let hug me), and now changing the game is going to seem really weird and bitchy.
But I feel really strongly about this. My boundaries. Mine. My physical self. Mine. Look, I've even decreased the size of my personal bubble from 25 feet to 20, so there's some improvement...
(The last sentence was a joke.)
(My personal bubble is actually 50 feet.)
That was also not a veiled scenario about Buffistas, to be clear. (Because I know I've talked about my issues with large groups, like the F2F, before.) It's totally meatspace people, mostly kinky, who skew towards the stereotype of being indiscriminately touchy-feely and huggy.
What I usually do in those situations, Steph, is just take a step back while putting on a HUGE smile and say "Great to see you!" or something similarly very enthusiastic.
Taser.
Taser
As usual, Scola is wise.
Taser.
Ooh. That's better than my idea, which was "cat-urine perfume."