Mine don't do that. Mine are serious about getting free, and are willing to amputate themselves for it.

It's like strapping Kunta Kinte to your rib cage every morning.

In a desparate attempt to entertain myself, I have been scouring craigslist, and finally made my way to the personals. Here's what one guy has to say about himself:

I have a good head of hair. I have no back hair. I am funny. I can run very fast, for short periods of time, but I walk quickly, and can do so all day.

I somehow find this endearing.

Hee! Gosh, mine are pretty tame, but then, I think I give mine a little (lot) more airtime that you (or maybe anyone but Lindsey Lohan) gives yours.

EDIT because no matter how lively they are, boobs don't MOSH.

I can run very fast, for short periods of time, but I walk quickly, and can do so all day.

I wanna know how long he can run moderately fast, dammit!

You'll have to email with pic to find out....

Also: poor sad lj users.

P-C, a guy my husband works with just got back from India. He brought us Gujarati Choondo Pickle. Made me think of you.

Heh. I'm not entirely sure what that is, but I think I have an idea. I often have no clue what the English "name" for a food is.

P-C, you should work for the Department of Indian Transportation. That is an awesome story. You totally made me want to go see it.

Well, sort of. At least, in theory, and definitely more than anyone else has ever made me want to go see a scary driving place. I think it was the musical backing up details.

He he. The musical backing up is actually the most annoying thing ever, despite how cool it may sound.

The musical backing up is actually the most annoying thing ever, despite how cool it may sound.

The Vestibules have a radio sound-FX skit of Beethoven backing up his truck. Which, in a silent medium, I could only overexplain.

I'm strangely exhuberant (though I can't spell ) about Pleialet. Doesn't help that I had to point someone to properly nice images of the Pleiades today.

Ali, for the 4 months postgrad, I worked as a nanny in the college town I'd gone to school in, halfheartedly searching for work (I'd only decided near the end grad school wasn't for me.) It was weird. I mean, how often do you get offered a job, or for that matter, do a prelim-interview for one, while children are trying to kill each other in the background? (Find A job. It doesn't have to be THE Job. Just to get you through...whatever time period acceptable. But don't get stuck, either. Coming from someone who is stuck, now nearly 8 years.)

I'm still sort of amazed they hired me when I had to interrupt my acceptance for 5 freaking minutes to tend to a head wound and major sibling squabble (they were still shrieking when I got back on the phone and said I accept.)

So, those underwears (sorry -- channelling My Cousin Vinny, I guess) are very cute, and all, but are they realistic? Am I the only one thinking that them being all up high on the buttock would rather emphasize how much is, shall we say, below them on women who do not have the buttocks of underwear models?