Ice, ice, baby. And then a nice heat pack. I keep one of those herbal things at work, so I can nuke it and put it where needed. It smells good, too.
These girls have the most beautiful dresses. And so do I -- how about that?
Kaylee ,'Shindig'
Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Scrappy - Jan 20, 2006 6:51:05 am PST #5424 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Steph L. - Jan 20, 2006 6:59:51 am PST #5425 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Yeah, if I had had one of those TheraHeat wrap thingies at home, I'd have used it. Alas, I was out. And I didn't think to bring in the plug-in heating pad with me. Bah.
Trudy Booth - Jan 20, 2006 7:02:17 am PST #5426 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Yes, but eating will be much more difficult, as raw fish are generally unavailable drivethrough.
Dude, they're in LA...
Jessica - Jan 20, 2006 7:13:51 am PST #5427 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
I thought this was a fascinating article. Anyone read the book?
DebetEsse - Jan 20, 2006 7:28:51 am PST #5428 of 10001
Woe to the fucking wicked.
I didn't say they were unavailable. Just hard to find drivethrough. although wiith the time saved with cooking, it may be a wash.
Cass - Jan 20, 2006 8:21:19 am PST #5429 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Crap, Steph. I hope your back feels better soon.
I am watching last night's TDS and have just discovered that I have a massive crush on Josh Lucas. Damn the numminess is intense. I have watched the interview three times.
Also just called the gas co. to have them turn on my pilot light. They'll be here on Tuesday. At which point I will be a popsicle. Stil 49° in here.
I should go to IKEA and buy a mass of tealights. Nothing like twenty candles to warm the place up.
I thought this was a fascinating article.
Vincent's man-drag was good enough, as it turns out. Before writing this book, she spent a year and a half posing as a man and, insofar as she could, living as one. As "Ned," she joined a bowling league, went to strip clubs, entered a monastery, dated heterosexual women (and slept with one of them), worked a sales job and went on a men's-movement retreat, all without being discovered.The hell? She slept with a het woman, as a man, and the chick didn't notice?
edited to change the masculine ordinal to an actual degree sign.
DebetEsse - Jan 20, 2006 8:30:20 am PST #5430 of 10001
Woe to the fucking wicked.
She did, I think, from what I could gather from when he touched on it later in the piece.
I do agree that moving far outside your normal social type (from NYC to "the heartland") is only going to increase the disconnect, and is sort of dishonest, in the experiment.
WindSparrow - Jan 20, 2006 8:32:45 am PST #5431 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Thought I would bring this to the attention of the craftier among us: [link]
Current discussions there include the making of codpieces, corsets, and fairy wings.
DCJensen - Jan 20, 2006 8:45:26 am PST #5432 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
Current discussions there include the making of codpieces, corsets, and fairy wings.
Codpieces, corsets, and fairy wings, oh my.
Cass - Jan 20, 2006 8:50:42 am PST #5433 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
She did, I think, from what I could gather from when he touched on it later in the piece.Ah. I just got busted for only reading to the cut, didn't I?