Those dragonflies at your link, Pete, are really damselflies.

Signed,
In The Throes Of Tattoo Research, Again.

I think that there needs to be a fic in which the boys encounter the dread drink. The "what the hell is this?" phase, followed by the "ooooh" phase, followed by the "whee!" phase. And then Dean can give Sam shit for needing the ginger back, because Dean is manly and follows his shots with a PBR or Bud. Yes.

Oh, absolutely! "I Can't Fight This Feeling" could be playing in the background at some point.

ETA:

In The Throes Of Tattoo Research, Again.

The guy who did my tat said that he thought jelly fish could make really cool tattoos.

"I Can't Fight This Feeling" could be playing in the background at some point.

PERFECT! Not as good as butch lesbian Dean, but very little is as good as butch lesbian Dean.

ships Fernet to Plei, waits expectantly for fic

If those are actual bugs with bits inserted into them, then I am seriously skeeved. Not from any "euw, bugs!" skeeve, but from a "show some respect for the poor living creature you exterminated!" thing.

My skeeve points, they astound me.

If those are actual bugs with bits inserted into them, then I am seriously skeeved

Consider yourself seriously skeeved, for that is what they are.

I figure the little beasties get a more exalted physical afterlife this way--they sell for ~$275, it seems.

See, tonight, only 180 messages to catch up on!

Hi Robin! Hi Lee! Hi Laura! Hi Cindy!

The bartender at The Alembic, Josie, is just your type of dyke with really nice biceps and a friendly smile and dark, short curly hair.

Aww, fun! How come the bartenders at my bars are never cute dykes??

The neurologist, btw, poked and prodded, then said "here's some samples of zomig, and take magnesium" and sent me on my way. I was kinda hoping for a cool brain scan type thing, but ah well. At least he didn't tell me to quit eating chocolate or anything.

Now there's a guy who keeps touching me unnecessarily. I already told him to back off once but he keeps doing it, albeit less frequently

This is way different than being glum. HANDS OFF, FUCKO!

I thought about death a fair amount even in toddlerhood. Is that normal?

You *remember* toddlerhood? Hell, I have a hard time remembering much other than isolated incidents up until like, high schoolish...I have only vague vague memories of kindergarten! But I don't remember thinking about death, no.

On the Dakota Fanning thing, I thought it was a good point that she's already been in a CRAPLOAD of movies and TV shows where disturbing as hell things happen to her character, so why not get up in arms about that? I mean, I don't exactly like the whole child-rape-scene concept, but geez.

Juliana is going to be the first person on the Super-Double-Plus-Naughty List

That DOES sound like the one with fun porn! (And suddenly, I look at the juxtaposition and consider cutting and pasting this so it's not right after the child-rape thing...)

ChiKat! How goes the student teaching??

skeeved

skeeved

Some of the earliest stop-motion animation pictures were made with actual insects. Why bother making an armature when you've got a stag beetle lying around?

ChiKat! Hi!

Oh, bother. Plei, insent to gmail account. Y'all, please excuse me while I go do research have cocktails.

Howdy, Bitches! I should be packing things before the packers come tomorrow to box up the rest of our apartment, but I have decided to drink my tea in front of the computer.

I'm glad you don't have to give up chocolate, meara!