Angel: Just admit it: you think you're gonna ride in, save the day, and sweep Buffy off her--Spike: Like you're not thinking the same thing. Angel: I'm already seeing somebody. Spike: What, dog girl?

'The Girl in Question'


Natter 42, the Universe, and Everything  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


§ ita § - Feb 05, 2006 6:37:16 am PST #5045 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Yesterday was pretty much a 9 to 5 for me. I keep forgetting that. A couple times a month, one of my weekend days will be eaten entirely by krav. And I teach on both days, so it's not like I get a day off.

I'm not complaining--I'm loving teaching more than ever, and even though I'm back up to 5 hours a week, it doesn't feel like as much work as before. And yesterday's groundfighting instructor seminar was incredibly fun. I haven't laughed that much in a learning setting in a long time.

Unfortunately, the nerve block had another quantum weakening yesterday. I need to not let the meta of that get me down. A doctor at krav suggested botox--it can work for three months. I'd been very against it beforehand, but having had a week of almost normalcy is very seductive. Plus, it was an occipital nerve block--the botox shot wouldn't be in my face.

Any maple syrup experts out there? I swear the Canadian stuff tastes way different from the Vermont. It's perfectly possible I'm hallucinating it--can anyone else verify?


esse - Feb 05, 2006 6:43:51 am PST #5046 of 10002
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!

here's a great recap of the State of the Union, which has an obvious Dem bias, but given how face-slappingly poor it was this year, this is really very funny.


§ ita § - Feb 05, 2006 7:00:05 am PST #5047 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

AOL and Yahoo to start charging companies to send their members mail that bypasses spam filters.


Burrell - Feb 05, 2006 7:25:52 am PST #5048 of 10002
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

I'm the only person here who's awake. This is so... odd. I guess I'll grade one more paper and the zip off to my class.


Sheryl - Feb 05, 2006 7:31:01 am PST #5049 of 10002
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"

Timelies all!

{{Trudy}}

Quiet day here. Got a prescription filled, will soon go get lunch and groceries, then Stargate on tape, and eventually that big football game.


msbelle - Feb 05, 2006 7:33:04 am PST #5050 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

grr. So I am fairly certainly sick. My lymph nodes are swollen and tender. Bastards. I am going to drink tons of water and limit my activities today.


Burrell - Feb 05, 2006 7:51:45 am PST #5051 of 10002
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

badness, msbelle. I suggest some rest, plus lots of tea and chicken soup.

Okay the sleeping family lasted all of, oh, 10 minutes. Now everyone is awake. ha!


Jesse - Feb 05, 2006 7:54:47 am PST #5052 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Poor sick msbelle! I would listen to Burrell.

I am a shredding madwoman! I really have serious paper management issues, but I have made a SERIOUS dent.


msbelle - Feb 05, 2006 8:10:57 am PST #5053 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

now is when I need a wife. right? I will make some tea. chicken soup nsm, doesn't sound appealing. I feel 8 different kinds of bloated and over full.

I think today is the day I get through the remaining Eyes eps.


Theodosia - Feb 05, 2006 8:14:02 am PST #5054 of 10002
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"

I've been to yoga class and shopped at Target without buying everything in sight (had to get cat litter, only impulse-purchased a pretty toilet paper holder) and had some lunch, too. Soon I will sort through bills and mail and stuff that's piled up.