Buffy ,'Potential'
[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.
What the hell is UP with those covers?
That's Dorchester for you. I am SO OVER cartoon covers, I can't even tell you.
I'd love trying to explain that one to non-cultists.
I suppose Meatball Man, Circus Catch, and Toeing the Mendoza Line are right out then. ::sighs::
Seriously, I have no good ideas. Yet. Let me think on it.
And can you imagine the reaction that "Toeing the Rubber" would get? ::snerk::
Hee.
I want to say something about "Opening Day," but ... no. It's almost as good as the bowling book Kate and I wanted to title "Up Her Alley". ::nods::
Well, it's like the cover for that Strike Zone book-- he looks like he's pitching right at her crotch and I'm sorry, if there's anything less sexy I can think of than having a 98mph fastball hurled at my hooha.
YOWCH.
That cover and the title combined is uncomfortably reminiscent of the Labia Dress, if you ask me.
"Right here, baby! Come on, gimme what you got!"
"Put it right in the pocket, baby-- uh-huh... that's the way!"
I can only think of quotes from Bull Durham, which I think wouldn't work for titles, since, you know, theft.
I'm hiding out in the bedroom while The Boy vaccums the house (except the bedroom, of course). My allergies have gone batshit in the past couple of days thanks to all the newly blooming plants/trees/etc. outside. I can handle pollen OR pet hair, but not both. So I've been doped up on 2 antihistamines all weekend and cursing the evils of pollen, my old nemesis.
t edit I *could,* of course, do something useful in the bedroom (we're actually cleaning the house today in a more-than-haphazard, half-assed manner), like change the bedsheets. But no. The internets need me.
I can only think of quotes from Bull Durham, which I think wouldn't work for titles, since, you know, theft.
Actually, you can use stuff like that without it being considered theft. I think. And besides, this is only a working title. I'm not one of those writers who has to have incense burning and the chair placed just so and the rising moon in the seventh house and my favorite brand of diet green tea at hand in order to begin writing. I just need two things: a working title and a playlist.
The playlist is proving surprisingly easy. Thank goodness for baseball's reliance on songs from the 70s and 80s.
Play at the plate
Sliding for home
At the wall
Warning track
Itching to steal
Rounding third
No, loving nonsense poetry and Edward Lear to death doesn't help me with omnis' post.