the estrogens
Plural is actually correct if you're speaking in physiological terms. There is more than one kind of estrogen.
t /medical editor
Hey, preaching to the choir. I thought our Lady of the Perpetual Sea Breeze was the real deal until the Divine Miss J walked right through that door and right into my ass—which is where my heart is…physiologically. I could show you an x-ray.
Lorne ,'Time Bomb'
Natter 48 Contiguous States of Denial
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.
Steph L. - Dec 12, 2006 10:14:27 am PST #5776 of 10007
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Strega - Dec 12, 2006 10:21:17 am PST #5777 of 10007
I should have known this was the place to ask the "who tells scary ghost stories at Christmas" question and had everybody's hand go up.
I think ghost stories at Christmas are kind of traditional in the UK. Robertson Davies would tell a ghost story every Christmas, too (though they're more silly than scary).
tommyrot - Dec 12, 2006 10:27:40 am PST #5778 of 10007
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Was the Hans Christian Anderson story about the girl who sold matches a Christmas story? Or just a winter story? I think that was my favorite story as a kid.
DavidS - Dec 12, 2006 10:31:15 am PST #5779 of 10007
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I think that was my favorite story as a kid.
The Little Match Girl was your favorite story? Was Shoah your favorite movie?
Nutty - Dec 12, 2006 10:35:10 am PST #5780 of 10007
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
I once heard this awesome Christmas story called "Oh What a Horrible Tale" about an out-of-work actor who was trying to feed his family. He finally gets work as a duck in a play, and he goes on as the duck every night, and it's almost enough to make ends meet but not enough for anything like a Christmas dinner or anything.
The story ends with the actor falling asleep at home on Christmas Eve, thinking sadly about how his family will have nothing special in the morning, and as he nods off he's thinking about his role in the play, and how easy and natural it is to slip into that role... and in the morning his wife wakes up and finds a Christmas duck in the living room and makes Christmas dinner with it and the children all feel like their holiday was special. Although, weirdly, Dad is off working...?
Jesse - Dec 12, 2006 10:35:29 am PST #5781 of 10007
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I don't even know where to start with you people, between the gays and the ghost stories and the six to eight black men, and the glayvin.
What I will say is that my officemate has total short-timer's syndrome, and it's killing me. She's still working relatively hard, but took a long lunch today and has now left to go to a thing at her grad school. This does not help with my productivity.
erikaj - Dec 12, 2006 10:38:27 am PST #5782 of 10007
Always Anti-fascist!
The Ref is my favorite Xmas movie. Of course my dad *is* an unhappy man who runs an antique store. "Only people with guns should be talking right now."
Sean K - Dec 12, 2006 10:38:29 am PST #5783 of 10007
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Also? I'd like to take this moment to say just how much a LOATHE the "dancing sillhouette" mortgage ads that have proliferated EVERYWHERE on the Internets.
§ ita § - Dec 12, 2006 10:39:19 am PST #5784 of 10007
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Nutty, you have depressed me.
sarameg - Dec 12, 2006 10:40:55 am PST #5785 of 10007
you have depressed me.
How? That story is awesome.