we were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. i remember saying something like: "i feel a bit lightheaded, maybe you should drive."

We were camping with friends. It was hot and stuffy in the tent where we were sleeping, so I climbed up a tree and was looking at the stars when I heard some people having an argument. I couldn't see them because of the dark and they couldn't see me. I liked the way he made his point. Anyway, I only met him about two years later and I recognised him by his voice and the way he spoke.

I was done with dating, and went to a Halloween party alone and bitter, wearing a Medusa mask. I found myself trapped in a really tedious conversation with a nice but extremely self-involved man who came as a dalmation (complete with full fireman's regalia and full white-face make-up with black spots). It was the third year in a row he'd dressed up as a dalmation, he was telling me, just before going into a blow-by-blow account of the high school Shakespeare play he'd just directed. I could not really even tell what he actually looked like under all that make-up.
From across the room, my future husband (a pirate, but not a very convincing one - plaid shirt, eye patch) was rolling his eye in sympathy for me and laughing as I tried to look interested. The man was his boss, and he knew exactly how boring he could be. So he finally walked up and busted up the conversation. I was grateful. We met on Halloween, were engaged by Thanksgiving, met the parents by Christmas, moved in together on New Year's, and were married on D-Day. Didn't plan it that way - it just happened. Oh, and a day after we got back from our honeymoon, the writer's strike meant lots of layoffs at the studios, so my husband's boss (the dalmation) laid him off in the first round, so we started things out right - unemployed and happy.

A Break in the Crowd

At first only a flash across the room,
I drifted group to group til I could see
The jeweled attacking hawk between her breasts.
You know, I’m sure, the way most women to whom
You’re talking think it isn’t cool to be
Looked at except in the eyes, or else it suggests
The malest things about the way you think.
Not this one. She held her bare shoulders back
Like handles, and slowly looked down, so chic
And bold in her little black dress that, link by link,
The silver chain led my stare to the black
Wings, the diamond eyes, the golden beak,
Down to where the sharp talons pressed
Lightly into her skin as she took a deep
Breath then quickly looked up and damn it caught
Me wishing I were jewelry. My aging chest
Strained out, my paunchy stomach in: a leap
Of maybes giggled through me. Then I got
A glimpse in a mirror through a break in the crowd
Of a flabby balding fellow in front of her.
I thought, “Some couples shouldn’t be allowed.”
Before I moved, and realized who they were.

If I answer this, it'll ruin my lemon-faced reputation.


Oh, all right, though I feel this should be in the confessions thread...
but I refuse to use the word "boyfriend." And "paramour" doesn't fit the bill either, too stuffy.

We met in prison. He's a lion tamer.

Okay, okay, that's not *exactly* true, but it's less embarrassing than the real answer.
:D
I won't say how we first, first met, but it didn't result in much knowing anyway.
He does what my son wants to do when he grows up, and so I first really knew him when I wrote asking if someone in his place of work could give my boy a tour, and he volunteered. I know what you're thinking, but it turned out that he already does that sort of thing all the time for the elementary schools, for free and no promise of dates, so I think it was actually altruistic. It was really fun, and so we were friends for a while, and when the terror wore off we started dating early this year.

I still endure waves, absolutely tsunamis, of terror, but so far I have waded through that enough not to screw the thing up, and I must admit that up to this point it is, as he says, "absurdly good."
And most importantly, my son really, really likes him.

There, I said it.
:eek:

:o

:D

Final exams. Mid-December. I keep my regular schedule, even though classes are out, so that I can study. Holed up in the library for hours at a time, emerging only for food.

I meet with a group of friends for lunch, a couple of them studying for a Latin test, with one of their classmates I'd never met before. I say something, I don't remember what, and she looks up at me "You watch Lexx, don't you? I can tell!"

Lexx was a short lived Canadian sci-fi show, only ran about 4 seasons, and at the time, I had seen literally the first movie, and one episode just that previous weekend. Somehow she managed to pick that out, after only hearing me speak one sentence.

I didn't think much of it at the time. For one thing, we'd only just met. And I noticed the overlapping Venus symbols she wore as earrings, and assumed she was a lesbian, so I figured I wasn't her type anyway.

But she started hanging out with our group over the next few months, and it turned out that she wasn't a lesbian, she's bisexual. ...It's complicated. We started dating, and have been together ever since, just over 9 years now.

he saved my life, and now I'm saving his

He saw me walking across the park plaza and asked his boss, "Who is that over there looking pissed-off?" My girlfriend answered, "Oh, that's who we're having lunch with. I want you to meet her. Trust me, you'll like!!" He did and I did. 25 yrs. later still do!! :)

(1) ¿ are you in love ?

(2) ¿ what love are you in ?

No freaking idea. It's hard to trust anything, even me.

I'm just trying to go with the flow and hope the path I've already traveled looks clearer a ways down the river.

I had a dream the other night that an old friend told me it'd be easier if I realized water doesn't need a boat, hahahaha.
:D

^ a boat? what's that? ;)

(1) yes

(2)

yes i am in

(1) Hell, yes! (all else is unhealthy ;))
(2) The interestingly NEW! and s l o w kind

1. no
2. :mad:

NEW! QOTD
¿What name - if any - did you give to your computer/laptop/abacus?

Well, I never named it consciously, but when I do speak to it directly I typically call it


OH COME ON!!!

^ :D :D :D

I'm an IT guy. All my computers are named so you can find them on the network. I go with street names, based on where I happen to be living when I buy them, or former addresses, or the address of whoever I build the computer for.

The media server is Nason, the laptop is Charlotte, the Windows box is Somerset, the Linux box and the Mac, I'm not going to post their names for various reasons. And the staging server, when I get around to building it, will be named Britain.

the last one I named was Euclid

not named but yelled at frequently by me with the comment, "Damn you, Erik!!!!"
and other four letter words. (His games ****up my machine.)

All the computers on the network are named after Egyptian deities - this one's Nephthys.

When do you think Kaskeens will do her Dictionary Game judging?

december 21, 2012

Monday...I mean Sunday.

Pick one:

a)as soon as you fully explain to everyone why you didn't judge for 3 (+?) months yourself and apologize profusely for the delay.
b)when she feels inspired
c)as soon as she kills a chicken for the voodoo doctor
d)when my mother stops watching Fox News
e)the day after you give up

I did judge, and said I'd be away for a while, but the zefrank board mechanism seems to have not accepted the post. By the time I got back you all had resolved the issue without me, and good for you.

When the DG began people were prompt in judging but now they're not -- and I think they're not because they enjoy the way the players get inventive with game-referential definitions. Back in the prompt days when people didn't have time to do the whole judging thing they just chose someone and, though everyone was disappointed in not getting to read the judge's clever remarks, the game just went on.

So it seems to me that judges who do not simply post a "So and so wins" post, when they haven't got time for the whole megillah, are soliciting the game-referential posts, and enjoying the process. The notion that comic tweaks about how long it's been since someone judged, in the context of the whole game where it happens pretty frequently, reducing anyone to tears is simply ludicrous. No one takes it that seriously.

And if they do, well, the solution is still to just pick a winner and move on, and then bail out of being the judge if they win again. There is, after all, an explicit mechanism in the non-rules about how to bail out of being judge if you don't want to be.

So I hope Kaskeens kills that chicken soon.

^micromanagement thread

and the "reduction to tears" may belong to the hyperbole/tongue-in-cheek thread, filed under the ":rolleyes: baiting Marcus :rolleyes:" section. Sorry. You really are a good sport about it all, considering. :D

Just tryin' to get along, darlin'.

NEW! QOTD
¿What might this clean blue crap actually be?

I don't know, but now I want to have a pack or two of it! ;)

beats me, but it's a product of China

smurf phlegm

I'd say carp, but I don't want to sell tickets to Obviousville :)

I think they mean GLEAN GLUE CRAP

it could be crab, too, obviously - although I secretly think it's the clap that's on sale; supplies, supplies!

^:D

~ nieuw ~ nieuw ~ nieuw ~

~ vraag van de dag dd. 25 augustus 2009 ~

Caster Semenya:

A) man
B) woman
C) both
D) neither
E) extraterrestrial
F) SUHT UP

:confused: :confused: