I know, I just can't get that far down the aisles without it. My real life catch 22.
Maybe if I wore sunglasses, the death rays wouldn't recognize me?
'Bushwhacked'
[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.
I know, I just can't get that far down the aisles without it. My real life catch 22.
Maybe if I wore sunglasses, the death rays wouldn't recognize me?
Oh, Betsy. Keeping him and his in my prayers.
How's the neck, Cindy? Julia is just so precocious.
Pfeh. I just caught up, and now I have to errand. I've been looking for someone to cut my hair. I woke up this AM and it was all standing up perpendicular to the scalp. If I could have laquered it in place, I could take clippers and just buzz it all at about an inch and a half, and--done! I can't believe how fast it's grown.
Okay, must catch PO before 5:00.
Oh Betsy. I'm so sorry.
Also? vw, one of these days, I am going to call you by your first name here, because I just don't think of you as vw any more.
There are worse things in the world. I've used my real name here, so it's not a big deal.
Betsy, that's scary.
Wow. My mouse was filthy inside.
I recommend you all clean out your mouseballs for the New Year. t /not porn, nor taxidermy
I recommend you all clean out your mouseballs for the New Year.
Two words, my friend: Optical. Mouse.
Well, it is scary in a dim and distant way. He's Schrödinger's Acquaintance right now. He shouldn't have been in harm's way, but on the other hand nobody's heard from him, but on the other hand communications are known to be overstressed.
He's not due back until the 11th. I guess we know for sure then.
nor taxidermy
Rogue Taxidermy -- a headline on nytimes.com right now! I can't bear to open the article though.
I bet that's about the Minnesota Association of Rogue Taxidermists.
It is: [link]
Head of Goat, Tail of Fish, More Than a Touch of Weirdness
Published: January 3, 2005
Three artists in Minneapolis are trying to breathe new life into the art of preserving the dead. Dead animals, that is.
The three, Scott Bibus, Sarina Brewer and Robert Marbury, are passionate about taxidermy, a practice they consider an art form and one that they say has suffered from the bigotry of the art world and the provincialism of professional taxidermists. The artists call themselves the Minnesota Association of Rogue Taxidermists, and they are dedicated to exploring the artistic possibilities of stuffing and mounting animal remains - and not without a certain sly humor.
While some traditional taxidermists have applauded their efforts, the group has been criticized by the world's largest taxidermy