mmmmm...donuts. Now I want donuts. Thanks, ita!

I am a shameless thief

Well, you did credit sumi, so there's at least that.

Calli, I hope things clear out soon.

Shari!

Not sure if this has been posted before....

Moral degeneracy in flatworms

Australian scientists are set to announce the discovery of a species of flatworm which is a member of group of predators known as oyster leeches. Emma Johnston of the University of New South Wales said the creature -- named Imogine lateotentare -- is one of the simplest organisms known, but its behavior is quite complex, the Sydney Morning Herald reported Friday. [...]

The creatures have both male and female parts and engaged in a sexual practice somewhat like penis fencing. To reproduce they try to stab each other with their genitals and the first to penetrate inserts sperm and then goes on to spar with another flatworm. The "loser" lays and broods the eggs.

Does sick time cover sleepiness?

Sure! I've totally called in (usually late rather than out for the whole day) because I slept poorly. I consider it a service to my fellow commuters!

No, sadly. The exercise-induced is on top of the one-a-day migraines.

Migraines are cumulative? That sucks beyond the telling of it--sorry.

Thanks, Nilly.

The second part of the Out.com interview with Tim Gunn is up [link] there are like ten stunning things about the following passage:

How can you be single?

This is going to sound ridiculous to you. I’m so resigned to it. I went to a psychic about 25-26 years ago. Ostensibly the real thing; she was a consultant to the NASA space flights, and she was a consultant to the FBI. And it was a horrible session. She punched holes in every myth I’d created about myself. I’d spent a lot of my life blaming things on prior lives. And she said to me, “I don’t believe in talking to people about prior lives.” I thought, That’s disappointing, it’s one of the reasons I wanted to see you. Then she said, “In your case, I have to make an exception. I have never met a new soul. Until now.” I say that because it helped explain a lot. I have never, ever been more hurt than from a relationship that goes back to Washington, D.C.—before New York. I’m welling up thinking about how horrible it all was. After many years, it was the advent of AIDS and knowing that this guy who I loved more than myself had been sleeping around… it was awful. More awful was his out and out rejection of me, saying, “I don’t have the patience for you. I’m tired of you. Get lost.” And I haven’t been in a relationship since. And I’ve run from a couple of opportunities. I keep revisiting this “new soul” thing and I think, It’s not gonna happen in this lifetime. It’s not meant to be.

So in an effort to vary up my oatmeal eating to make it more tolerable, I tried honey and butter instead of the usual brown sugar and cinnamon. Not impressed.

I also came to the unpleasant realization that since my new, sucky job duties are going to put me in the other building and we can't eat at our desks over there, I'm no longer going to have the ability to snag something from the cafeteria and eat while I work. Which means I'm going to have to get up early so I can eat breakfast before work and if I want to eat food from the cafeteria for lunch, I'm going to have to eat it there and not be able to go home and relax for my lunch break. This sucks. t /first-world problem.

Hivemind question.

I'm looking at teaching jobs,and I (finally) found one that looks possible in the UK. Among the things I don't know, though, is whether the wage they're offering will be enough for me to live on. I'm scouring the Interbunny, but it'll be somewhere 16-17k, living in Watford, Herts.

Anybody know stuff?

It’s not gonna happen in this lifetime. It’s not meant to be.

okay this made me cry! because...Tim Gunn!

I tried honey and butter instead of the usual brown sugar and cinnamon. Not impressed.

Add a little salt to it. It should create a more complex flavor.