Glory ,'The Killer In Me'
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls, The Inside and Drive), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
The saner (should that have scare quotes?) of the placenta-eating types just dry it up, grind it, and take it as capsules.
Yeah. That should have scare quotes.
I mean, I'm a cloth-diapering, co-sleeping, extended-bfing hippie freak who is nigh unsquickable, and placenta cooking gives me a full-body shudder.
PS! YAY! on the baby spoilage!
My friend's car (or rather it's alarm) would tell people "Please step away from the vehicle." Then, "If you do not step away from the vehicle..." I can't remember what it said after that, because most people stepped away.
I figure if I wouldn't obey an order to go stand somewhere else from the car's owner, the car itself doesn't have any hope.
There's a "Ride of Your Life" sweepstake at the Drive website.
You know I totally entered. I really really really really need a navigation doohickey. Like, really really really need one.
I entered, and I don't even drive. If I win, you can have it, Allyson.
Awesome, Jesse!
I got lost. All the time.
I've been working here for 5 years, and I once got lost on my way here, like a year ago.
I get loster than Allyson. I get so lost that I wind up halfway to San Jose before I realize I missed my exit.
The problem is that I can remember landmarks, but not which order they're in. "Look, there's that tall sticky-up tower. Does that come after I've missed my exit, or does it mean the exit is coming up?"
KAT & LORI! SQUUUUEEEEE!!! I'm so thrilled to hear the news!
In related-to-earlier-do-not-read-this-white-font news: I found out that my ex-boyfriend and his wife kept their first baby's placenta in the freezer because they were saving it to have some Native American ritual on his first birthday. Mind you, neither of them are Native American, and--as I pointed out to the mutual friend who told me this story--I highly doubt that most Native Americans were freezing placentas in their refrigerators.
I am soooo glad that I didn't end up with that guy. Squick.
Well, if you lost people want to fly me out, I am really good about getting lost. As in, I can get unlost just fine and I'm quite triumphant when I do, which is always fun. (I'm sure everyone in earshot is sick of hearing how I got unlost in LA.)
Glad to hear the girl already has a handle on defeating male oppression, Kat.
I had a friend in the early 90s with a Ford Probe. If you touched the car it would say "the car is armed, the car is armed." I never could see the arms, but I really wanted some for my car. I'd never have to get out of the car to pump gas, again.
Excellent news Kat!!