I'm still just bitching about having to watch two specific movies to write 1-2 pages. Worst assignment ever. Even if they're good movies.
KAT! Is it the Denise Richards Ellen??
Simon ,'Jaynestown'
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.
I'm still just bitching about having to watch two specific movies to write 1-2 pages. Worst assignment ever. Even if they're good movies.
KAT! Is it the Denise Richards Ellen??
Go gallstones?
The song they are using in the Jarhead trailers sucks me in everytime. Probably the chanting/orchestra thing. Reminds me of Christmas in Sarejevo which kills me everytime I hear it.
Go gallstones?
I know, right? How weird is that, to be *glad* your dad has gallstones? Beats a (5th) heart attack, though.
hi, 3 of us are still at work dealing with a problem. we=bitter.
Is it the Denise Richards Ellen??
Yes! I'm standing next to a freakishly tall man.
The song they are using in the Jarhead trailers sucks me in everytime. Probably the chanting/orchestra thing.
Kanye West, Jesus Walks
How weird is that, to be *glad* your dad has gallstones? Beats a (5th) heart attack, though.
Hell yeah, it does.
we=bitter.
Oof, that is bitter-making.
Yes! I'm standing next to a freakishly tall man.
OK, I will keep an eye out to see if they replay it on Oxygen.
I'll keep my fingers crossed that his last visits were definitely actually all gallstones, which are much more fixable and less scary than angina. It is oddly nice, though I'm still grumpy at him for scaring you so badly, whatever the cause.
So what exactly does the gallbladder do, that it can be removed if necessary? Just how many not-so-necessary organs do we have floating around inside us, anyhow?
I forgot to add that I took the box the ashes were in, thinking to make some kind of art project/shadow box memorial thing out of it. I'm glad to have it, but uncomfortably so. The plastic baggie that contained the actual ashes is still crumpled up inside, with ash residue in it, and I'm vaguely fretting about it. Clearly, my Goth tendencies are much, much slighter than I'd previously thought.
Poor bitterbelle.
I knew someone here could identify the song.
Two of my grandparents were buried. The other two, science! Death is just weird all around.
JZ, that was really lovely to read. When was the ceremony?
At the risk of being all me-me-me, your description of the service has got me missing my own grandfather pretty fiercely. But it's pleasant, if also still very sad, to be reminded of his memorial service just a couple of months ago. Thank you.