but land of fresh veggies it is not.
They grow giant prize-winning pumpkins in AK at the very least. If you don't get rained out in the summer, I'd imagine the extended growing hours would allow you to grow some nice stuff.
Mal: And I never back down from a fight. Inara: Yes, you do! You do all the time!
'Shindig'
Natter .44 Magnum: Do You Feel Chatty, Punk?
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.
Spidra Webster - May 31, 2006 8:44:03 pm PDT #9858 of 10002
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
juliana - May 31, 2006 8:57:09 pm PDT #9859 of 10002
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
but land of fresh veggies it is not.
Well, we used to grow potatoes and kohlrabi (that the moose treated as their own personal buffet) and carrots and herbs, but Fairbanks gets more sun in the summer than Juneau.
Tom, I LOVE the new pictures. LOVE.
Lee - May 31, 2006 8:58:40 pm PDT #9860 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Juliana! Have a great time on the cruise, but please to answer my email about Vegas before you go.
aurelia - May 31, 2006 9:43:25 pm PDT #9861 of 10002
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
How do you solve a problem like an earworm?
Evil. Evil. Evil.
DavidS - May 31, 2006 9:43:57 pm PDT #9862 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Wow, you've really neglected those fancy files you used to keep on us if you have to ask this. The short answer? Enough.
::updates Cass' file. Gets out the red stamp and hammers Sexy Klutz over the front::
Cass - May 31, 2006 10:00:59 pm PDT #9863 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Gets out the red stampRed can be a very good color on me...
Oddly, I have what appears to be a wee hickey-like bruise in my cleavage. I don't have a clue where it came from. I have done nothing hickey-making. Or damaging. Recently. I am flummoxed.
Spidra Webster - May 31, 2006 10:03:24 pm PDT #9864 of 10002
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
Have you ever heard the calypso "The Naughty Flea"? IJS.
brenda m - Jun 01, 2006 2:47:41 am PDT #9865 of 10002
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
Oh my jesus, how's this for horrifying -
From this morning's news: Back in April, a van carrying five college students was in a deadly accident near here. Three I think were killed, at least one survived. Now, six weeks later, it turns out that two of the girls were misidentified. This came to light because one of the survivors, whose family has been keeping a vigil by her hospital bed all this time, has just slowly been able to speak intelligibly - and it gradually became apparent to her family that this was not, in fact, their daughter. So their daughter was in fact buried six weeks ago by another family, while the family of the living girl has believed for all that time that their daughter was dead.
I can't even imagine how horrifically that poor girl in the hospital must be if it's only now that the family was able to determine she wasn't who they thought she was. And I can't even imagine what it must be like for that poor family.
Theodosia - Jun 01, 2006 3:09:59 am PDT #9866 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"
Oh, that's so sad-making indeed.
bon bon - Jun 01, 2006 3:12:21 am PDT #9867 of 10002
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
So their daughter was in fact buried six weeks ago by another family, while the family of the living girl has believed for all that time that their daughter was dead.
That's...wow.