If you want to be grossed out, you can see what it looks like at [link] , but don't say I didn't warn you.

Ew.

Does it hurt? If you have decent insurance, go see a Dr, at least to get pain meds. If not, then, yeah, probably just pad it real well and tape it to the next toe - maybe rent some crutches to be safe. Or a wheelchair. Wheelchairs are fun.

One of my favorite things to do is to go up to a pretty woman and tell her that she's pretty, and then walk away. It either freaks them out or pumps up their ego - either way is OK by me, particularly if I never see them again. I also like to ask vague acquaintances if they're happy, and then be genuinely interested in the response.

One of my favorite things to do is to go up to a pretty woman and tell her that she's pretty, and then walk away. It either freaks them out or pumps up their ego - either way is OK by me, particularly if I never see them again. I also like to ask vague acquaintances if they're happy, and then be genuinely interested in the response.

Huh. When I was younger, I had no inhibitions whatsoever about randomly complimenting a woman or even asking a woman out, on the spot. Even worked a few times. However, as I've gotten older and married, I'm more concerned about being creepy or, worse, sending the wrong signal.

I also like to ask vague acquaintances if they're happy, and then be genuinely interested in the response.

This would bother me. Can't pinpoint why.

As for people telling me I'm pretty and leaving -- that's the way I like it. In fact, if people I know tell me I'm pretty, they should walk away, because I never know what to say.

This would bother me. Can't pinpoint why.

We're not used to thinking about if we're happy or not, I believe.

We're not used to thinking about if we're happy or not, I believe.

Eh, I just find it an intrusive and offensive question, even if asked by someone close.

We're not used to thinking about if we're happy or not, I believe.

I think about whether I'm happy or not all the time. Being quizzed on it by someone who doesn't even know the underpinnings of my psyche? I'd find it presumptuous/intrusive. I'm not going into details of my physical health with them either.

I think about whether I'm happy or not all the time. Being quizzed on it by someone who doesn't even know the underpinnings of my psyche? I'd find it presumptuous/intrusive. I'm not going into details of my physical health with them either.

I'm with ita. It's nobody's damn business but mine.

So. Teen Titans #19: time-travel stories make my head hurt.

You know it's an AU when cabdrivers in NYC are nice to pedestrians. Apparently "The East" = Pleasantville, 2014.

Dude, Captain Marvel Junior is a DORK! "We have cupcakes and milk if you're hungry. I made them myself!" Dork dork dorkity dork.

Starfire is with Nightwing in the future?!? (Hmmm. I like Dick with Babs more.) Is this going to happen in Outsiders? Hmmm. I don't know what I think about that.

The 2-page spread of the fight is gorgeous. Kid Flashes everywhere!

I'm such an unrepentant Tim fangirl that I didn't even notice until this issue how damned much I love the way that Geoff Johns writes Kon, exemplified in this exchange --

Robin [to Kon]: "You cool?"
Kon: "Dude. Batman sucks. You rock."

::snerk:: Kon's kind of a tool, but he's also the most typically teen of the Titans. (Plus, I like to think that "you rock" is Kryptonian for "please remove your clothing.")

Here's where my willing disbelief can no longer be suspended -- Kon could NEVER fit into one of Tim's shirts. I think it was a thinly veiled attempt to take his shirt off in Tim's room. Plus, the pure porn of the handclasp -- I think it was an impromptu Kryptonian handfasting ceremony.

The Starfire thing--gag me with a spoon.

Kon is a tool, and there's no way he'd fit into a Tim shirt. He's like twice Tim's size.