Spike? It's you. It's really you! My therapist thought I was holding on to false hope, but…I knew you'd come back. You're like…you're like Gandalf the White, resurrected from the pit of the Balrog, more beautiful than ever. Oh…he's alive Frodo. He's alive.

Andrew ,'Damage'


Natter 40: The Nice One  

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 § - Nov 20, 2005 11:52:55 am PST #5805 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Thanks, guys.

The slurred speech either means I'm having a pain-free migraine, or it's something post concussive. I can talk around it, and do (it takes more concentration to make sure my tongue goes where I want it), but it's pretty exhausting.

eta:

'Cause my first reaction is seek medical attention. Now.

They've done the head scan already. There's notthing more for them to do. I'm pretty sure it's post-concussive -- I'd have remembered this from before.


Jesse - Nov 20, 2005 11:53:59 am PST #5806 of 10006
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Hey Jesse! What's the fifth root of 243?

I'm not mathy, ho!!

(hee!)

OK, here's a homework question: I have ten surveys with a zillion questions that I need to analyze. I'm inclined to just look through them and type up a paragraph about what each one said. Like "Person 1 said X and Y and Z," and then looking through the paragraphs to see where people intersected or not. Because with only ten respondents, it seems like a waste to do some big computer mathy analysis. Does this make sense to anyone else?

PS: Got your mail, sara, thanks!


Amy - Nov 20, 2005 11:54:28 am PST #5807 of 10006
Because books.

The slurred speech either means I'm having a pain-free migraine, or it's something post concussive.

It's really not a good thing, either way. As in, check with your doctor about it, huh?


Jesse - Nov 20, 2005 11:56:10 am PST #5808 of 10006
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I'm with AmyLiz on the checking with the doctor, if this is a new thing. I really do wish your body would fix itself faster! (As I said to my friend with pancreatitis just yesterday. She asked what I had had for lunch, and I couldn't tell her, as it felt so taunty since she's currently on a low-fat, no spice, no fruit or vegetables diet. Oh! Does anyone here know anything about pancreatitis? She was looking for anecdotes.)


Burrell - Nov 20, 2005 11:58:29 am PST #5809 of 10006
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

Oh Jesse, you don't want to hear my "anecdotes" on pancreatitis, so I won't share them.


aurelia - Nov 20, 2005 11:59:52 am PST #5810 of 10006
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

Well, okay then. Let that brain of yours get some rest.


Jesse - Nov 20, 2005 12:01:03 pm PST #5811 of 10006
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Oh Jesse, you don't want to hear my "anecdotes" on pancreatitis, so I won't share them.

Oh dear. My friend seems to be getting better, but they still don't know why she had it in the first place, which is worrying.

And I meant anecdotes as opposed to the medical information she's been getting, not light-hearted stories.


Burrell - Nov 20, 2005 12:12:46 pm PST #5812 of 10006
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

I know what you meant Jesse, but I do think that my anecdotal evidence is a bit skewed.


Jesse - Nov 20, 2005 12:18:07 pm PST #5813 of 10006
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I figured you did, just wanted to clarify in general. And she did say not to come back with really bad stories!


sarameg - Nov 20, 2005 12:23:32 pm PST #5814 of 10006

Just in time, Jesse!

I hate that the fitted sheet always manages to wad up around the one thing I don't want it to in the dryer. Never fails.

Down to the last of the packing, Must wait until 1) the aforementioned item dries fully, 2) Underwear dries and 3) I've gotten dressed tomorrow morning.

Then there is packing for the cat, but that just involved grabbing the insulin from the fridge, stuffing the cat in the carrier and...

OK, slowing down now.