ita, are you aimable?

nevermind. lost my train of thought.

when does Grey's Anatomy start?

I gotta share this somewhere, because it so exposes me for the intellinerd that I am.

I am reading a student paper on a condition called trimethylaminuria, in which the body can't process trimethylamine well and so it builds up in the body, making the person smell like rotten fish. Evidently trimethylamine is what gives fish that fishy smell. And I can't help but remember that Freud once wrote that he thought that trimethylamine was involved with the sexual process. And then I put two and two together and then I wish I hadn't.

This Sunday, msbelle.

when does Grey's Anatomy start?

Tomorrow!

Burrell, your story made me giggle and think Ew.

hello. Ew.

I do not know of the Scots story or what a sawney bean is or spooks.

I missing a lot.

on the other hand, am happy and almost ready for bed.

Tomorrow!!! Oh my heart is going to get ripped out.

Sawney Bean:

Sawney Bean was born in the county of East Lothian, about eight or nine miles eastward of the city of Edinburgh, in the reign of James I of Scotland. His father was a hedger and ditcher and brought up his son to the same laborious employment.

He got his daily bread in his youth by these means, but being prone to idleness, and not caring to be confined to any honest employment, he left his father and mother, and ran away into the desert part of the country, taking with him a woman as viciously inclined as himself.

These two took up their habitation in a cave, by the seaside on the shore of the county of Galloway; where they lived upwards of twenty-five years, without going into any city, town or village.

In this time they had a great number of children and grandchildren, whom they brought up after their own manner, without any notions of humanity or civil society. They never kept any company, but among themselves, and supported themselves wholly by robbing: being, moreover so very cruel, that they never robbed any one, whom they did not murder.

By this bloody method, and their being so retired from the world, they continued for a long time undiscovered; there being no person able to guess how the people were lost that went by the place where they lived. As soon as they had robbed any man, woman or child, they used to carry off the carcase to the den, cutting it into quarters, they would pickle the mangled limbs, and afterwards eat it; this being their only sustenance: and not withstanding they were at last so numerous, they commonly had superfluity of this their abominable food, so that in the nigh-time they frequently threw legs and arms of the unhappy wretches they had murdered into the sea, at a great distance from their bloody habitation; the limbs were often cast up by the tide in several parts of the country, to the astonishment and terror of all beholders, and others who heard of it.

superfluity!

Is it weird that my first thought after reading what ita whitefonted was "I wonder if they got scury"?