Hey, I found a site that claims Tai Chi can help alleviate migraines, asthma, and depression, as well as prevent thrombosis and massage the liver and intestines. I don't know what that means either. But it sounds good!

Also, I think Jen was doing Tai Chi... I guess a couple years ago now, but I remember that she enjoyed it.

When my mother was a teenager, they had a horse that wanted to live in the house.

One of my grandpa's horses would drink grandpa's beer. Grandpa was an alcoholic of near-Leaving Las Vegas proportions -- he honestly drank a fifth of whiskey a DAY -- and so when he worked in the fields, he'd drink beer while he worked. If it was a bottle of beer, and he set it on a fencepost, the horse would come up, grasp the bottle in its mouth, and toss his head back to drink the beer.

They also had an evil turkey named Condor that hated everyone except the family. So whenever boys came over to date my mom and aunts, the turkey would chase the boys around the yard. This may explain why one of my aunts didn't get married until she was in her 40s.

Whenever the cows gave birth, Grandpa named them, successively, after the Apostles. Including Judas. And then the 14th calf -- no, it wasn't Jesus -- was inexplicably named Edgar. It fell down a well (obviously not one of those "wishing-well" type wells; it was a poorly thought-out well whose hole was flush with the ground, with a cement cap on it like a manhole -- but someone left the cap off and Edgar fell in), and Grandpa went in after Edgar to save him, and in doing so lost his glasses. But he saved the calf.

I couldn't make this shit up if I tried.

OK, MK isn't terribly clever.

So, Mister Kitty is short for Mister Kitty Not-so-fantastico?

Hey, I found a site that claims Tai Chi can help alleviate migraines, asthma, and depression, as well as prevent thrombosis and massage the liver and intestines.

I need a liver massage.

But I want my intestines left alone.

Now I have to Law & Order song in my head. Does anyone else remember suck.com? They did a whole set of lyrics to the song. Of course, all I remember is "Law and or-or-derrrrr..." You can actually sing the whole song on just "law and order." If you really want. Um.

How is your eye doing, tommy?

You posted this JUST to bait Hec, didn't you?

Only if he is up for belly-raspberries.

Oh, oh! This will totally not be interesting to at least 9/10 of the people here, but I found a book yesterday which purports to explain Godel's theorem to the non-specialist, and so far (read three chapters in bed last night) so good!

So, Mister Kitty is short for Mister Kitty Not-so-fantastico?

I wouldn't say that... he's a very nice cat. Just sorta sweetly dumb.

Jesse, we already know you've got that show memorized, it's ok.

We never named our cows - they just had numbers. But when I was in third grade my dad sold a calf to me. I named it 'Kari' after a girl in my class that I had a crush on. Oddly enough, when I told her I named my calf after her she was not impressed.

Kari (the calf) ended up getting cancer when she got older. So I didn't get much money for her when I sold her. Plus when they determined the price they had to subtract out the weight of her fetus before multiplying by the price/lb.