Mom is going to freak. The Pope and I disagree about many things, and it isn't likely I'll see him change his mind at this point. Still, it must be so frustrating to have a keen mind and watch your body fail around you. So very not like Terri. It is a blessing that she is unaware of the spectacle surrounding her demise.
Natter 34: Freak With No Name
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Timelies!
Also, Jerry Falwell is on a ventilator. Now if only something dire would happen to Randall Terry....
They should put Terri Schiavo, Jerry Falwell and the Pope all in the same room. It could be a sitcom - or a new reality-TV show.
OK, maybe that's not enough for a sitcom - they might need a trash-talkin' penguin.
aurelia! You missed hour two? I wish I had a tape of it to send to you because it was good.
Trash talking penguins are always good.
Study: Marsupials Can See Color
Hooray!
Also, until recenlty it was thought that cat were colorblind. Now scientists know they can see color. The problem is that it's very difficult for scientists to get cats to actually care what color something is.
Perkins, my mom has one of those double-mattress Aerobeds, but she also just got a futon for her guest room so I'm not sure she plans on keeping the Aerobed. You want I should ask her about it?
Emily and vw are quite possibly the cutest roommates ever, with pets to match.
Hec and I also have broken the no-nookie-till-Gus-returns vow. We would plead ignorance were it not for the inconvenient fact that knowing about the vow wouldn't have made a damn bit of difference.
t Waves at JZ, complete with surgery-going-OK vibes
Perkins, my mom has one of those double-mattress Aerobeds, but she also just got a futon for her guest room so I'm not sure she plans on keeping the Aerobed. You want I should ask her about it?
Sure. Thanks!
t waves back to Nilly
t is, as always, so happy to see Nilly still swouncing
Perkins, I'l check with her today.
Everyone is still asleep chez Zmayhem. Time to start the coffee. I feel worse for Emmett about not getting to eat breakfast than about the procedure -- my guess is that he'll never remember his ten doped-up minutes in the doctor's office, but he'll never forget, and long resent, having to fast all morning before. Last night when he was dawdling over his pizza, all any grown-up had to say was "Remember you only have until midnight" and he'd lunge at the pizza like a starving wolf falling on a nest of baby rabbits.