hee, Frank.

I was reading the rest of that site I linked to earlier and it amuses me.

Oh dear lord--

More dental editing

The prototypical human bitemark is a circular or oval (doughnut) (ringshape) patterned injury cosisting of two opposite (facing) symmetrical, U-shaped arches separated at their bases by open spaces.

Aaargh.

now my cat is in my foyer. He has traumitized downstairs neighbors cats. I am not coming home until 7 pm.

Speed Queen.

The history of the place (and the name) is listed under "specials." Shrug.

With pictures.

Nice day you're having, Sophia.

Meanwhile, technology hates me. I am unable to print out a textbook I need, and another textbook may or may not be in the mailroom around the corner, but the guy said he'd call back. @@

Here's another one I need actual advice for

"The bite site should be photographed using conventional photography on color print or slide film and black and white film should be used whenever possible."

Do you think he means that black and white film should be used in addition to the color print film, or that he really means

"..photographed using conventional photography on print or slide film, using black and white film whenever possible."

It sounds like the second, but who knows, really.

And so as not to serial-post: HA! The mail room DOES have my book, AND I've figured out how to get this other thing to print. Sort of.

I like beets. And olives. Don't want them on my hamburgers, though. Not sure what chard is, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't like it.

When I was telemarketing, I was told that we could always call them back unless they specifically told us not to. If they said to remove their number from our calling list, we had to. You know, legally. Theoretically. When they call me, I just say, "Don't call this number anymore," and hang up. Saves us both time.

Chris Rose's letter made me cry. Again. As did the blog from inside NO. I still can't quite wrap my mind around the enormity of what's happened, and its implications.

PEE-can. It's the only way to get the right rhythm for "PEE-can pie", especially when you hold the word "pie" for an extra half-second.

A PEE-can is what a guy has in his car on long road trips. PEE-can pie, that's just the gross.

PUH-khan. And I grew up in the #2 PUH-khan growing state in this here United States, and that's what we call them.

You all are making me hungry with all the BBQ, cupcake and donut talk.

Best BBQ I ever had were ribs at some place I can't remember the name of in Baton Rouge.

Best I've encountered locally are the rib tips from a small local chain called Hillery's, though my cousin swears by a place down by Ravinia that I haven't had a chance to try yet.

I personally can't imagine BBQ without form of sauce being involved.

I like beets. And olives.

Beets frightened me for most of my life; pickled, roasted or plain, they just looked weird and wrong and I avoided them like mad except in the form of borscht with lots of sour cream. I can't remember when I actually attempted to eat one, except that it was fairly recently, but it turns out that I like them very much indeed, and could have been loving them up for the past three decades if I hadn't been so weird about it. Yet another sorry chapter in my wasted youth (and what a waste of a wasted youth, really, to be wasting it on things like not eating beets).

Not sure what chard is, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't like it.

IIRC, chard is kinda like spinach with tougher leaves, sort of, but not exactly. It's aggressively healthy and can be chewy or stringy, but is mostly pretty inoffensive.

ION, I have not worked nearly enough, the end of the day is fast approaching and there's no way I can get everything done, and my stomach hurts like a bastard. None of this is really fixable, but it could all be mitigated if only I had a puppy. I think. Anyhow, I'd like someone to give me a puppy so I could test my theory.