I didn't get in to Haverford.
Does anybody mind if I pass out?
Willow ,'Beneath You'
If the Apocalypse Comes, Beep Me
Birth, death, illness, new job, vacation...if it's happening to you and you want us to know about it, post it here. These threads are intended for announcements only. Want to offer sympathy or congratulations, or talk about anything? Take it to Natter. Any natter here will be deleted.
Holli - Dec 14, 2002 2:27:45 pm PST #266 of 5668
an overblown libretto and a sumptuous score/ could never contain the contradictions I adore
Aims - Dec 15, 2002 8:07:29 pm PST #267 of 5668
Shit's all sorts of different now.
FINALLY! My grandfather is home!!!
Holli - Dec 16, 2002 9:27:27 am PST #268 of 5668
an overblown libretto and a sumptuous score/ could never contain the contradictions I adore
We're leaving for the airport in a few minutes. See y'all in two weeks!
And someone please, please tape Buffy and Firefly for me?
Emily - Dec 16, 2002 1:14:40 pm PST #269 of 5668
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
Okay, my plans are coming together (mwahahahahaaa....). I have a cell phone, thanks to the voluminously lovely, generous, and deserving-of-Buffista-love (all of which is true even if she hadn't lent me her cell phone) vwbug.
The Great Southwestern Emily Tour begins tomorrow.
Tuesday-Friday: Arizona
Friday-Sunday: L.A.
Sunday-Thursday: S.F.
MiracleMan, Aimee, Hecubus, and erikaj will have my cell number (as, obviously, will vwbug). Email access will be spotty at best. Buffista access the same. Very sad. On the other hand: two sightings of my mother, the second brother-sighting in one year, one or possibly two monastery visits, LAistas, Bay Area...istas, and the Grand Canyon, baby, yeah!
billytea - Dec 16, 2002 1:28:31 pm PST #270 of 5668
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Allyson - Dec 16, 2002 11:58:04 pm PST #271 of 5668
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
Anne, received beee-oo-teee-ful blanket this week, and can't find your e, but will send this off to its rightful owner before xmas.
And, you know, the socks, i could have cried. Nicest thing I've got in a long while.
Connie Neil - Dec 18, 2002 6:25:39 pm PST #272 of 5668
brillig
In the middle of watching The Two Towers last night, Hubby realized his heart rate was pegging at 170, not good for a cardiac patient. I took him to the hospital after the movie--yes, after, he didn't want to "bother" anyone--and this morning they did another angioplasty. His third of the year. They put in another stent, just below the first one, where the artery changes sizes and wasn't properly covered by the first stent. He's doing well, I'll probably bring him home tomorrow. And we'll go see the movie again sometime when he's not having a cardiac episode.
On the plus side, we slam-dunked the yearly deductable for the health insurance back in March, so the whole thing--ER, cath lab, expensive after-market conversions--is free. Snerk.
Daisy Jane - Dec 19, 2002 12:06:10 am PST #273 of 5668
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I'm home. Good to have family. Sister and I share an appreciation for imaginary internet friends.
Viewing is on Fri. and service on Sat.
Have had a really good time remembering with my sisters and parents.
Fiona - Dec 19, 2002 7:08:10 am PST #274 of 5668
We signed the contract on a house this morning. It's an old place which needs a bit of work (so we aren't moving in for a couple of months), with a lovely, huge south-facing garden. We're psyched, despite the whole thirty-years-of-debt thing.
Oh, and today is Benno's 10 month birthday. Double figures!
bon bon - Dec 19, 2002 8:42:03 am PST #275 of 5668
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Going dark grey for a couple weeks. No doubt by the time I get back, there will be 750 users, about 100 of which with newly torn assholes.
Be good.