In honor of Typo Boy's changing his tagline, I'm announcing it.

Let's kill it with kindness...that ought to scare it. Failing that, we can be like Ripper wants and "kick the crap out of it."

Much love and punctuation to askye and her family, as well as to Susan and hers.

Hey, Teppy, those pictures remind me of a gorgeous gal I have a crush on. Met her in LA a few years back; she comes to SF occasionally. Her name's Stephanie.

Welcome, Alex. I'm envious of your role as Jilli's StuntHusband, and very pleased to see you posting.

I love reading vw bug and Emily's household conferences. Feels so marvellously domestic.

I agree that it doesn't seem like the Universe is stepping off -- so all we can do is hold on to each other and try our best to catch those who stumble.

Hey, Teppy, those pictures remind me of a gorgeous gal I have a crush on. Met her in LA a few years back; she comes to SF occasionally. Her name's Stephanie.

Karl, you sweetheart! You're good for my ego. ::smooch::

Good at it, isn't he? Y'all Bitch men should give workshops...teach yuppie asses the power of the compliment, make crazy bank, and stop worrying over day jobs. Seriously? Some rich people will do *anything* in a weekend workshop.

I have in fact not gone dancing, since the one person who I would know is working nights (which I guess is what happens when you work in sleep labs). This may have something to do with my weight gain. Will ponder.

Dammit, I should be gyrating now.

Much strength and courage to askye and Susan and their families.

Teppy, you'd make a gorgeous goth, and you vamp with the best, you'd enjoy it, just for an evening...or two...at a time. I've always felt getting dressed for events as minor as family dinners to be donning costume. I'm never the same to anyone else as I am inside my own head. It's all one impersonation or another, of someone we wish we were, or want to be. Fake it till you make it. The trick is to acknowledge that and let chosen Bitches--erm, people--in on the masquerade.

It's a strange thing. I think I've mentioned before that for someone prone to fall dramatically apart over the small stuff, I'm very cool-headed when something is truly serious. So I'm like that now.

I'd been suspecting cancer ever since they spotted something on his lung, but the fact they also found something on a lymph node worries me more. I'm still hoping they caught it early enough, though.

And since I don't know, can't know, and can't control when I'll find out, I'm coping by staying busy. If it's bad, I might have to get on a plane in the near future, so I've been doing things like contacting my main freelance client, my choir director, etc., to let them know there's a possibility I'll have to disappear in a hurry. And for various projects I'm working on, rather than being my usual deadline-flirting self, I'm trying to get them done now, so if anything bad happens, they'll be off my plate and I won't have to figure out what to do about them.

It's strange, I know, but it seems to be who I am under these types of circumstances.

Susan, I hope it's not bad, and I hope that if it is cancer again, they've caught it soon enough to do something.

Too many people I know have had people close to them either diagnosed with or dying from cancer in the last month, damn it.

Plei, do you have a good suggestion of who makes this color? Preferably one that doesn't wipe off or smudge too easily.

sj, which works better on you, cool tones or warm tones? In the world of bright red lipstick, there's an awful lot of variation in what one should use, depending on your skin tone. If I'm going for the 50s look, myself, I tend to use about three layers of stuff to get the effect I want. (There are reasons I don't do it often, the first one being that it's hell on my lips. I start with a stain, then lipstick over it, then gloss over that.)

sj, which works better on you, cool tones or warm tones?

Cool tones.

I start with a stain, then lipstick over it, then gloss over that.

This is how I usually wear lipstick too, but finding the right red has been impossible for me.