Do you think she might call the baby Reneesme?
Gwen: Demon, OK? The whole nine—cloven feet and horns and teeth. He wasn't wearing lamé though. Lorne: Yeah, the evil ones can't pull it off. It gets camp.
'Harm's Way'
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.
Fay - Apr 13, 2009 7:57:13 pm PDT #6623 of 30000
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Laga - Apr 13, 2009 8:43:29 pm PDT #6624 of 30000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
I wish she'd call it "oops, it was only indigestion".
Sometimes I look at the caring, intelligent, responsible community leaders that my parents are and wonder how they produced such a clan of fuck-ups.
Pix - Apr 13, 2009 10:59:28 pm PDT #6625 of 30000
The status is NOT quo.
The insomnia fairy can bite me. I have to ge up in four hours. Argh.
Steph L. - Apr 14, 2009 2:25:58 am PDT #6626 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
The insomnia fairy can bite me. I have to ge up in four hours. Argh.
That was me last night. I'm not sure how I'm so awake and alert right now. I anticipate the crash just as soon as I sit down at my desk at work.
Also, my allergies are so bad that my left ear is all stuffed up. It's disconcerting. I'm hoping the good (behind-the-counter) sudafed will help.
Shir - Apr 14, 2009 2:42:03 am PDT #6627 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Aahhhhhhhhhhh.
Got back to my folks after 2 and a half days of sci-fi con in Tel Aviv (which was fucking great. I learned a hell lot about apocalypses and how to survive them).
Now, since it was a con, and I went to all sorts of places and did things, the me-getting-food-situation was quite unstable, but I told myself that I'll eat well again at my parents (dinner, last night, was some kosher-for-Passover cookies I managed to buy and sneak into the room in the 10 minutes break I had between lectures). This also might be the time to mention that I keep kosher during Passover, but the folks do not, and they kindda don't know I am. I just don't wanna turn world orders just yet.
So, for the 2 and a half days I was in Tel Aviv I pretty much fantasized about my mom's matzo brie, only to find out, when I'm back home and semi starved, that we ran out of matzo. And there are tons of yummy unkosher food to have, including a fantabules oranges-chocolate cake. And I so do NOT wanna eat any salad now. Or rice, for the love of God. 80% of my food in the past 3 days was rice-with-something. And all of the stores around us have no matzo left in them, and we have no matzo flour so I can't bake myself something tasty.
So, I'm thinking God wants me to have that cake. Right?
Fay - Apr 14, 2009 3:06:00 am PDT #6628 of 30000
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
RIGHT.
Barb - Apr 14, 2009 3:22:02 am PDT #6629 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
I'm thinking it's a moral imperative, Shir.
Nora Deirdre - Apr 14, 2009 3:42:16 am PDT #6630 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Shir, God always wants us to have cake.
WindSparrow - Apr 14, 2009 3:47:14 am PDT #6631 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.
Shir, there's the principle of "eating what is given you" even if it is not perfectly according to dietary rules. At least when I'm cooking for Catholics during Lent and forget about the no meat on Fridays thing, they often shrug their shoulders and dig right in to the food. And didn't someone here mention Buddhist nuns eating meat because it was given them? Or was that in (gasp) some other forum.
WindSparrow - Apr 14, 2009 3:50:35 am PDT #6632 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.
Also, Barb, much ~ma for your mom.