I kinda got the whole calories conversion thing -- what surprises me is that adding 90 minutes of running moves my weight downwards, and adding, say, five hours of krav doesn't.
Also, I can kill you with my brain.
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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.
§ ita § - Aug 25, 2005 7:25:36 am PDT #1162 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
sarameg - Aug 25, 2005 7:27:34 am PDT #1163 of 10002
Go play on the subway
Dana - Aug 25, 2005 7:29:08 am PDT #1164 of 10002
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
AN after-hours orgy erupted at celebrity chef Mario Batali's Bistro Du Vent last week
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There's something that doesn't happen every day. I hope.
Volans - Aug 25, 2005 7:31:30 am PDT #1165 of 10002
move out and draw fire
Lots of alliteration in that orgy article. I assume the four people who got fired are the four who had the sex? Cause unless they weren't supposed to be in the booze, I don't see what harm it caused. Firing the folks who were watching it rather than working I could see.
Jessica - Aug 25, 2005 7:34:20 am PDT #1166 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Cause unless they weren't supposed to be in the booze, I don't see what harm it caused.
I assume having sex in a restaurant kitchen is a pretty major health code violation.
§ ita § - Aug 25, 2005 7:34:43 am PDT #1167 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
There's something that doesn't happen every day. I hope.
It sounds very tiring.
Food check: I am eating country potatoes with cheese and a sausage.
§ ita § - Aug 25, 2005 7:35:50 am PDT #1168 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I can see getting fired after being busted having sex on work property. And I don't have health code violation concerns (I would so not be doing it in the caf).
Lee - Aug 25, 2005 7:37:12 am PDT #1169 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Someone entertain me.
This morning I took a different route than normal, and discovered that there is a Ponce street about 4 blocks away from my apartment.
Also, the service center I took my car to for the second time in two weeks gave me a loaner car, which was cool, but the only one they had available was an SUV.
It's amazing how quickly you can go from "OMG, this thing is huge! I'm going to smoosh everyone." to "OMG, this thing is huge. I could smoosh everyone!"
Cass - Aug 25, 2005 7:37:27 am PDT #1170 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I'm exhausted. I just trundled back from the market with 17 pounds of Mal on my shoulders and around 30 kilos of fruits and veggies in the cart. Greeks are really nice people (when they aren't driving), and I had a lot of offers of help. Mostly they just all wanted to kiss Mallory though.This sounds tiring but lovely.
I'm all agronkified after last night's insomnia fest 2005, but I get to leave at 2 for my Dr. appt. It evens out.
Bloody hell. Cass, did I *not* recommend flexoril to you? It's a freaking wonder drug. I swear I thought I mentioned it.You did mention it. So grateful for your advice too. I have it in my notes with about eleventy billion underlines.
I was just seeing if there were anything else that people really had good results with. Turns out, NSM. I shall ask for flexoril.
Robaxin is methocarbamol, which (I think) Cass said doesn't work for her at all.Ah. See this is why I tend to try and carefully index names by both brand and generic. I coulda got suckered into the drug which does nothing.
Tom Scola - Aug 25, 2005 7:39:46 am PDT #1171 of 10002
Mr. Scola’s wardrobe by Botany 500
I'm picturing "Robaxin" as a drug that lets you have the ability to give wise answers to questions.