I am not reading the craxy making links, because I have no time to do anything but read the last 2 days of posts and say hi. Some thoughts:
I feel that the voice is a powerful tool and have no problem using it or hearing it be used in a variety of volumes, provided it's appropriate useage. To wit: exhorting a krav class: appropriate. blathering about mindless stuff in the middle of the office: not so much.
And, oh, Cindy. I am so very sorry about the news that you and your family are coping with. I am praying for your s-i-l. I hope Scott is OK too.
Question for Jen and/or Val: what's the name of the owner type person at Judy Jetson that does such fabulous work? I needs me a haircut.
God, I'm tired. I've started showering at night so I can get to work 30-45 minutes earlier without cutting back too much on sleep. The latest I can work is about 20 after 7pm (the last bus home leaves at 7:35pm) so the extra time is helpful.
Whiney whiny whine whine!
I think I need a little aggression focus. I've started fantasizing about kicking everyone's ass, everyone I come across in the parking lot and stuff. I start fantasizing about how they would start with me, and then I would take them out. It is really weird. I need kickboxing or karate or self defense or something. Something.
Anyway, nice to see y'all. I'll try to catch up every couple of days or so, so don't chat TOO much!
And it's certainly not worth all that sifting I had to do.
I sift cocoa and powdered sugar. I hardly ever sift flour, no matter what the recipe says.
Geh. I can tell you, very easily, what made me gay: the same thing that makes straight people straight.
Neil Boortz, an otherwise annoying and largely right-wing talk show host based in Atlanta, refuses to talk to callers who start ranting about "the gay lifestyle" and "making people gay" unless they can describe, in detail, the moment they decided to be heterosexual.
I hate hate hate the words Choice or Lifestyle used in reference to sexuality. HATE.
Hot women make me gay.
Best. Response. Ever.
Nora, I don't go to Judy Jetson's, I go to Liquid (in the South End). The owner there is Camille, and she rocks.
In this, as in many other things, La Tep is me.We don't quite share a brain, but I suspect some kind of sublet, sometimes.
Deena, I'm glad Kara was your cheerleader today. And yay! for Aidan talking "to" people and interacting. Funny boy. The moon blanket story is cute, too.
Cindy, all good wishes to your family. Courage, strength, and health.
I clicked on both the links, and read too far. I just want to take the anti-sports for women fella out and use his head for a soccer ball--with the rest of him still attached.
I haven't seen Ricky Jay in forever, and that was only on tv. "Cards as weapons!"
I want to rewrite the boxer shorts. "If not it wasn't/weren't for the Buffistas, I may might never have known...etc."
hmm... takeing a self defense thingee tomorrow and next wednesday - lecture really - i don't get to pound anyone. I think it is mor elike awarness trainning - and here's a few tips. no yelling invovled. I think
Betsy forgot to tell us there was lovely music with the first link. I am however guessing that most people grimmace when they are hit by an elbow, ball or whatever.
Thank goodness for Buffistas., otherwise I would never have know that if it weren't for the raisin' my husband would be gay. Should I go tell him to be true to himself?
in other news I think people should go see robots. fun movie.
hugs to Cindy and family.
It isn't the raisins you have to worry about, it's the bananas.
if it weren't for the raisin' my husband would be gay.
His home environment and the culture around him has forced him onto an unnatural path. Not that we're judging, or anything. Just... you know, clearly we were intended to be gay. Or, maybe not we. Maybe just they. That site wasn't real concerned with the girls, was it?
Oh! I forgot. It's because of the cock, right? Everybody wants one.
COCKSICKLE COCKSICKLE COCKSICKLE!
