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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.
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Oh, dear. I just came THIIIIIIIIIIIS close to addressing an email to the very very senior Professor Moron. Whose name is actually Morton.
Spell check said it was okay and everything.
Hee. Oops. We have an e-mail contact named Khusbu, and one time my co-worker accidentally let spell-check auto-correct it. She was thiiiiiiis close to sending an e-mail off to Chubs. Which is how we refer to her now.
Oh, dear. I just came THIIIIIIIIIIIS close to addressing an email to the very very senior Professor Moron. Whose name is actually Morton.
Spell check said it was okay and everything.
Hee. Oops. We have an e-mail contact named Khusbu, and one time my co-worker accidentally let spell-check auto-correct it. She was thiiiiiiis close to sending an e-mail off to Chubs. Which is how we refer to her now.
Wasn't it vw who accidentally sent an e-mail to a boss that should have said "Here is the org chart," but instead it was "orgy chart," thanks to spellcheck?
amych, sorry, but I laughed.
And, in Fuck Cancer news.
Internet-BtVS guy from here. Progressed cancer. Going to have an op tomorrow. He's 21, and such a soul, and that breaks my heart he has to go through this and that the first idiot doctor of his didn't catch this months ago.
Also, only 1/5 of my interwebs is working, God knows why. Including my email, with the email with the details about the guy's op. Grrrrrr. Oh, and my spellchecker, so be kind with my spelling on this post.
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I'm sorry, Shir. Fuck cancer indeed.
Amych, that is too funny. Good catch!
ION, it looks like Yankees are selling off bits and pieces of the old stadium. [link] I want something. But can't afford anything. Typical George Steinbrenner.
{{{Fay}}} I had a similar (non)relationship with my grandmother and didn't cry when I learned she passed. But when we had her memorial service, I cried like crazy seeing my dad and aunts and uncles crying for their mom. Contact grief. I'm sorry for your family's loss.
Fuck cancer. I'm always up for a round of FUCK CANCER!
Oh, dear. I just came THIIIIIIIIIIIS close to addressing an email to the very very senior Professor Moron. Whose name is actually Morton.
For a second there, I thought amych had finally decided to take matters into her own hands about Hil's advisor.
Fuck cancer! {{{Shir}}}
{{{Fay}}} I'm so sorry for your loss, no matter how close you did not feel to your grandmother. I don't think that makes grieving any easier. If there is any chance you can make it through reading that poem, I think it would be lovely. It would probably mean the world to your mother to have that reminder of her father's love for his wife.
But I think I'd probably be a basket case. But still - maybe ought to try.
oh, Fay, I think that this would be lovely, if you're up for it. If you decide to do it, know that everyone there (and here in the interwebs) are pulling for you and everyone will understand if you need to pause or have a hard time continuing.
(side note: I mean "pulling for you" in the American sense of standing behind you, rooting you on, etc. Not the British sense of "trying to get you laid". Although Buffistas are good for that too)