I can hear it Jesse. I am half watching Grey's, which I half watched last night during the commercial breaks from The OC, I think. Which I agree was perhaps the most over-the top thing ever, but still fun, and open ended enough for everyone to be happy, I think.

Sophia, I had scar tissue on my thigh where I got hit by a car that was hard and sore for many years after.

Thanks Sue. I mean, it seems normal, but my doctor really did't talk about it and I am having the Harry Potter touble with google, so it is nice to hear I am not alone. The weird thing is that the scar that hurts is the only bite site (I had about six) to not be painful and infected during the initial attack aftermath. This is the only one where it was in deep tissue (my calf) as oppsoed to on my ankles, wrists and hands. My scars are actually still pretty scary, and kind of funny, because the ones on my hand and wrist look exactly like bites, so they are quite the conversation peice.

Sophia -- that's very funny.

Jesse -- absolutely.

And I was loosely planning to watch Jamie Bamber on Ghost Whisperer. Unfortunately, I had forgotten when Ghost Whisperer comes on and thought it was on at 8 and yeah, it is -- 8 Eastern.

Oh well.

Still need to watch OC.

Sophia, when I was attacked by a dhow on my thigh, long after the scrape healed and bruise faded (the gouge wasn't deep but I think the bruising and general tissue smashage went to bone,) I was dented and it hurt to push on it or when I exercised that muscle vigorously. Like, a couple years later.

Man, that was a funny bruise to sport. Looked like a virgin of guadalupe apparition.

I can still find where it was, and the tissue feels different than the other thigh, but it doesn't really show anymore.

Hey, did you get your gas & electric sorted out?

Hey, did you get your gas & electric sorted out?

I've been told to wait for next month's bill and see what goes on. Meanwhile, I am being extra extra anal about anything I plug in or turn on-- like the cellphone charger and such. Basically the gas and electric company thinks it is a landlard proble,m, and landloards think it is is the gas and electric, but if it continues, the gas and electric company will do an audit of the separation of the two electical systems in the house.

Your wound may be near or on a nerve which would explain the scar sensitivity.

Just finished watching GA. I probably shouldn't watch it anymore, since this is the second week running I've taken it as carte blanche to feel righteously sorry for myself.

I'm three episodes behind in The OC and two in Life of Mars, plus I have three Netflix DVDs lying around here somewhere. I'm totally covered for the night.

I am so far behind on television. I thought I was going to catch up tonight, but when I came home from private lessons, the SO was already crashed out. I had a bagel and a cup of coffee earlier, so there went my plan for dinner, too. So what else can I do? I'm hanging out on the internet.

Good!

My friend just sent me pictures of her 15 year old stepson. 15!!! How can he be 15!!! I remember when they finally got custody when he was 9! And all that they've been through, and now he's FIFTEEN! He was always a beautiful child, and now he's turning into handsome. Man. And his sister is almost three. Also gorgeous, though sort of his opposite, appearence-wise. He's got olive skin, straight dark hair and beautiful brown eyes. She's snow-white pale, riotous blond curls ...and her brother's eyes.

He's always been her champion, and it tickles me silly to see these pictures where he is helping HER open HIS birthday presents. God, he's come so far, I'm so proud of him. (I got him Angel season something for his birthday. Heh.)

Fifteen is so old and so young!

Sometimes, I feel that not being a parent allows me to better remember what it is like to be a child or adolescent-- my meat-space friends who are parents seem to forget things more than I. Children seem to sense this, too, I think. When I interact with three to five year old girls, for xample, they seem to think of me as a very large little girl, rather than a "mommy". Once I had this very sweet little girl tell me, very seriously, all about how when she looked in the mirror, she could see Cinderella and Snow White and Belle behind her and talk to them. She was so delighted. She also wanted to know who my mommy was!

Man, o man.

I like to trawl my provocateuse referer logs because I can often find sources of other pretties. One such trawl landed me on a bodybuilding forum, and SHIT. Maybe I'm sheltered but these guys give any female conversation I've seen a run for the money in cattiness, with dollops of homophobia tossed in. See, you can't critique a man's physique without repeated asserting your straightness (no homo).

That all having been said, I'm getting some great pictures.