And almost sixty-five percent of that was actual compliment. Is that a personal best?

Xander ,'End of Days'


Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.  

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.


Aims - Feb 28, 2006 7:36:39 am PST #166 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Paczki Day

The one day a year I miss living near Detroit.


tommyrot - Feb 28, 2006 7:38:51 am PST #167 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Do we know about Holla Back NYC?

Women post photos of men who harrass them. Not just NYC.


brenda m - Feb 28, 2006 7:46:17 am PST #168 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

I have no Paczki.

Kathy, let me know next time you go!


§ ita § - Feb 28, 2006 7:58:11 am PST #169 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I'm trying to listen to a Jack Klugman interview on an NPR podcast, but his voice is so wrecked from throat cancer surgery it's hard to concentrate on it. He did compare The Odd Couple to Brokeback Mountain. I'm just not sure how.


Calli - Feb 28, 2006 7:58:14 am PST #170 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

Gondor has no Paczki.

Gondor needs no Paczki.

I, on the other hand, wouldn't mind trying them. But I think I'll settle for bacon-wrapped chicken.

I just got a message from Dad. (I knew being away from my desk for 20 minutes would do it.) Mom's out of surgery and everything apparently went just fine. She'll be in ICU tonight and in the hospital until Saturday or Sunday.

ETA: Klugman's still alive? I had no idea. I guess I was confusing him with Walter Matthau.


§ ita § - Feb 28, 2006 8:00:00 am PST #171 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

That's good that you heard from your family, and good what you heard about your mother.

eta: He's just written Tony and Me about him and Tony Randall.


Jessica - Feb 28, 2006 8:19:01 am PST #172 of 10001
If I want to become a cloud of bats, does each bat need a separate vaccination?

Good news!

Brian Bujisse of the National Institute for Public Health and the Environment in Bilthoven and his colleagues measured the cocoa intake of 470 men between 1985 and 2000 as part of the Zutphen Elderly Study, a longitudinal look at nearly 1,000 Dutch men between 65 and 84 years of age. The nutrition experts identified 24 cocoa-containing foods that the elderly men ate, ranging from dark chocolate bars to chocolate spreads. They summed the total amount of cocoa each consumed and came up with a grams-per-day measurement, which they used to separate the men into three groups: those who ate little chocolate, a modest amount, and the most.

Among those who ate the most chocolate--averaging more than four grams a day--average systolic and diastolic blood pressure was 3.7 and 2.1 millimeters of mercury lower than their chocolate-spurning peers. This result did not hold true for other sweet foods nor did it vary among men who also smoked, were inactive or consumed a lot of alcohol. And, despite being strongly associated with greater intake of calories, chocolate lowered the overall risk of cardiovascular or any other disease by as much as 50 percent.


DXMachina - Feb 28, 2006 8:28:24 am PST #173 of 10001
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

Good news!

Best news story EVAH!


Ginger - Feb 28, 2006 8:35:56 am PST #174 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Best news story EVAH!

My favorites are the studies that show that beer and coffee are good for you.

I have never had Paczki and if there's a bakery that makes them in Atlanta, they're keeping very quiet about it.


bon bon - Feb 28, 2006 8:36:27 am PST #175 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

I'm trying to listen to a Jack Klugman interview on an NPR podcast, but his voice is so wrecked from throat cancer surgery it's hard to concentrate on it.

I hope it wasn't the Diane Rehm show, cuz that would be painful.