CSI: Oh my god, WHAT is with the cheesy moustache on Nick? It is making me laugh and laugh.
Natter 47: My Brilliance Is Wasted On You People
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.
Jen, repeat or is it the Mustache of Christmas Past Redux ?
It's the latest ep, I think - at least that is what CBS would have me believe from the online, streaming line-up. I'm not really a regular watcher, so if this is something he's done before, well... this is my first time.
ETA: And it's a-skeerin' me.
I think I only got sick once, nad it was at night. I felt craptacular (and exhausted) for the first three months. I remember thinking I was like a newborn. All I wanted to do was eat, sleep, pee, and cry.
Cindy is me WRT first baby first trimester blues. The low-grade but constant nausea did seem to retreat somewhat once I got in the habit of forcing down a dose of protein around midmorning -- an airline-size package of nuts, a Balance bar, a pint of very, very cold milk, etc. It also helped a bit to have a tub of Trader Joe's mini ginger snaps on hand; unfortunately, I ate too many in one day and couldn't touch them for the rest of the trimester. Protein's good and stomach-settling, though, and you can rotate the protein source so you don't OD on any single one.
Sadly, nothing helps the need to nap, although once you get into the second trimester you can have a cup or two of coffee again (or just continue as usual if you're Cindy), which helps greatly with the whole feeling human thing.
Also, Jess, could I possibly get your address? I have a small wee item to send you. Oddly, I don't know myself exactly what it is, but I do need to send it to you.
I have proof of twin telepathy. My twin sister, who only knows of the b.org vaguely as "that internet place" got me a pair of comfy pj's for my birthday (which she gave me when I got here for our visit). They have warm, flannel pants. With monkeys. They say, "monkey pants" all over them.
Cue twilight zone music.
They have warm, flannel pants. With monkeys. They say, "monkey pants" all over them.
That's awesome!
I just frightened my cat with a remotely-controlled robot with web-cam. I put it away to charge, but he doesn't know that - he's cautiously poking around where the robot was a few minutes ago....
so ifWe really don't like to talk about it.
They have warm, flannel pants. With monkeys. They say, "monkey pants" all over them.Love!
We really don't like to talk about it.
I get it. It's like when the Klingons looked humanish. Let us never speak of it again.