A bad night for sleep everywhere. Mine was acid reflux, which I almost never get. And you can't take neurontin anywhere near antiacids. Feh.
Good morning. It can stop pouring now. We're off to see the Raiders today.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
A bad night for sleep everywhere. Mine was acid reflux, which I almost never get. And you can't take neurontin anywhere near antiacids. Feh.
Good morning. It can stop pouring now. We're off to see the Raiders today.
{{Ginger}} I'm sorry about your friend. I liked his work. And...Alfred E. Neuman, hee! I never knew that.
We're off to see the Raiders today.
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They took the whole Cherokee nation,
Put us on this reservation,
Took away our way of life
The tomahawk and the bow and knife
t /earworm
My mind? Gets earwormed with the strangest keys.
Ginger, damn. That was some beautiful work he did.
Oh, Ginger, I'm so sorry.
Kelly's death just brought back a lot of memories. My ex and I would spend a week or so each year with Polly and Kelly. We went to their daughter's wedding and Polly's funeral. It's hard to think about all the people who were once such an important part of my life and who now are gone, because of divorce or changes in our lives or just inattention on my part. I feel like a bad friend and it makes me sad.
Ginger, you aren't a bad friend.
Time passages, is what it is. We age, we move on, we look around and say hang on, I need to go have lunch with Soandso because I haven't seen them in forever, and you go and you have lunch with SoandSo and while you two are chatting, one of you says hey, have you heard from MaybeWho recently, and you both resolve to hunt them up, and find out they've move on to somewhere else.
You aren't a bad friend. Time is a river, and it doesn't stop moving. I'm just glad that, occasionally, someone from way upstream crawls out onto the bank where I'm standing.
Time is a river, and it doesn't stop moving. I'm just glad that, occasionally, someone from way upstream crawls out onto the bank where I'm standing.
Especially since the river seems to be moving faster and faster as I get older. Makes it harder to get to shore for those restful moments.
Ginger, I know just what you mean. I've got friends from college who are still 6 of the dearest people in the world to me, and I stop and realize that its been literally years since we've talked. Then I feel guilty and like a bad friend, until I realize that they haven't called me, either, that we've all got our own messes lives to deal with, and that when we finally DO talk, it'll be like time's stood still.
I hope.
Sail, that's exactly right. Older we get, faster it flows. It's axiomatic.
Kristin, I checked out your pictures link. Am reproducing exactly what I said in your livejournal; this assumes that those particular shots are the choice pool. I love the one of you on your Christmas card, actually: Kristin in motion, with puppy. It's very kinetic.
Anyway, verbatim: From someone who has been posing for book-related publicity shots for a good long time?
Your two winners are #5 and #7. Don't be playing with pencils or chewing your hair, not for these. You're gorgeous, with a neck designed to tempt vampires, but that's not what these shots are supposed to be for, correct?
Number 5 is your "I'm a writer, and relaxed about it" winner. Number 7 is the runner-up.