Lividity can be weird. Wednesday I stepped off a curb and sprained my ankle mildly. The standard treatment has worked pretty well, and I can walk almost normally again this evening, but my toes and the outside of my calf have turned purple. My ankle never changed color.
Buffy: How bored were you last year? Giles: I watched 'Passions' with Spike. Let us never speak of it.
'Beneath You'
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.
dcp - Dec 16, 2006 3:50:54 pm PST #6710 of 10007
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know.
§ ita § - Dec 16, 2006 4:16:36 pm PST #6711 of 10007
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
For anyone tracking at home, my head still hurts. Which makes it day 4 of the same damned headache.
If I could stick my fingers into my eye sockets and get a good grip to rip off the front of my skull that might relieve some pain.
Trepanning suddenly seems intuitive.
sarameg - Dec 16, 2006 4:26:07 pm PST #6712 of 10007
oh damn, ita. I can't say I've had that level of headache for that long, but I do understand the trepanning understanding. Sometimes I fantasize about drilling holes, but for the blood, gore, pain, infection...but sometimes that seems like a better idea.
My brother FINALLY made a good gift request. Took him long enough. And I was educated in Flanimals by the nephew. Nothing like being informed you are a Squat by a near 4 year old. Apparently, I have razor arms and kill things. At least I'm not the kind that pops its own legs off because it is exhausted by always walking and then screams itself to death. Why does it scream? Because popping legs off hurts. Why does it pop its legs off? Because always walking is tiring. D now knows every Flanimal in the books, and can tell you all about them, complete with sound effects. It's hilarious.
Lee - Dec 16, 2006 4:32:40 pm PST #6713 of 10007
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I hope the migraine abates enough for you to enjoy the party tonight, ita.
By the way Sarameg, you were very Santaish for me this year. I got my mother that fossil bowl you linked to and my niece two Flanimal books.
sarameg - Dec 16, 2006 4:39:35 pm PST #6714 of 10007
Awesome! We should definitely exchange gift ideas in the future, since it seems we are buying for similar kinds. BTW, there are two more Flanimal books, but they appear to be UK printages. You can get them via Powells, apparently.
Lee - Dec 16, 2006 4:47:11 pm PST #6715 of 10007
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Definitely!
I ordered pizza, and it's taking too long to get here. Stoopid pizza people.
Allyson - Dec 16, 2006 5:06:58 pm PST #6716 of 10007
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
I wish my dad would go to sleep so I can plug the net cable into my laptop. He gets this sort of panicy weirdness when I "mess" with his electronics setups, so it's best to just do a stealth switcheroo.
I miss AIM.
Also, I had several arguments with my nephew about who I am, and whether or not it is possible for his grammie to also be my mommy. He's so cynical.
bon bon - Dec 16, 2006 5:07:12 pm PST #6717 of 10007
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Bob and I have returned from the zoo lights display. We saw tigers, reindeer, camels, snakes and alligators. Apropos of the santa discussion, this was overheard: "I didn't know Santa's reindeer were real! I thought they were make-believe!" Which displays an interesting system of beliefs vis a vis Santa.
§ ita § - Dec 16, 2006 5:11:33 pm PST #6718 of 10007
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
whether or not it is possible for his grammie to also be my mommy. He's so cynical.
I think I like this kid.
I have made myself as pretty as I know how to. Wish me fortitude.
sarameg - Dec 16, 2006 5:23:55 pm PST #6719 of 10007
Fortitude.
Allyson, suggest to you SIL that when he gets in his debate phase, that you become the grand arbitrator. As in, when they get into the argument cycle, they call you to break it. I totally love getting phone calls from the neph demanding I settle a debate over whether he can eat canned carrots (yuk!) for dinner or whether the yellow power ranger kills ants. Plus, it get me "OKBYE ILOVEYOU." which ...just... melt.