Hey, scientists swallowing animal reproductive juices...let's just say it was a while before my brain's yell of "Caviar!" was heard by my viscera.
Buffy: A Guide, but no water or food. So it leads me to the sacred place and then a week later it leads you to my bleached bones? Giles: Buffy, really. It takes more than a week to bleach bones.
'Dirty Girls'
Natter Area 51: The Truthiness Is in Here
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.
§ ita § - Apr 25, 2007 4:35:48 pm PDT #4415 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Zenkitty - Apr 25, 2007 4:36:45 pm PDT #4416 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
black underwear and safety pins.
Ha, Vortex. Exactly.
Gross mental images, yes. How I will miss you all for the next few days.
sarameg - Apr 25, 2007 4:37:50 pm PDT #4417 of 10001
Hey, you filled in the blanks! So I guess I should be... afraid.
brenda m - Apr 25, 2007 4:38:55 pm PDT #4418 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
I think I just got grossed out by PBS. Usually, it is CSI. But no, scientists slurping up sturgeon sperm from the fish's whatever with a syringe. Complete with revolting noises. I'll never be able to consume cream of chicken soup again. Nor mushroom. Gah.
I was eating corn chowder. Was.
Is this where I mention that book I read this weekend informs me that the sperm whale's name is in no way unconnected to what you think it is? Apparently, they have a big resevoir of oil that when it hits air, basically becomes... Not genetically, but appearance-wise. And that was so not even close to the grossest bit of this book.
Jesse - Apr 25, 2007 4:46:49 pm PDT #4419 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
So, I'm in a hotel. Do I seriously just put the room service tray on the floor of the hallway? That just seems so tacky.
(I'm also hoping I sent enough work emails to justify the ten bucks this internet connection is costing.)
§ ita § - Apr 25, 2007 4:52:55 pm PDT #4420 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
That's what I do, Jesse, if I don't want to keep it in the room. But I was until recently quite oblivious to niceties like tipping the cleaning lady. So what do I know?
Man, (no offense intended to Jilli!style) I'd love these without the bats. Now, I'd never wear them (because when can you?), but at least there'd be love.
Jesse - Apr 25, 2007 4:53:59 pm PDT #4421 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Oh, crap, tipping the cleaning lady. Right.
Fred Pete - Apr 25, 2007 4:54:02 pm PDT #4422 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
I have spent too much of the last 36 hours dealing with medical professionals.
Yesterday afternoon was the followup with my doctor on the antidepressants and antifatigue medications. The fatigue is less but not resolved. So she doubled my dosage of Provigil. No blood work yet, which surprised me.
Today was Teddy's sonogram. He's still losing weight and there's calcification in his kidneys. But no explanation other than eliminating some of the usual suspects. (Bright sides: One of the usual suspects to be eliminated is cancer. The tests showed he's in pretty good shape for a 13-year-old cat.) So, more blood work (and he won't let us take off the bandage). Appetite stimulant. And if that doesn't work, possibly participation in a study of unexplained calcification in cats.
Consuela - Apr 25, 2007 4:57:48 pm PDT #4423 of 10001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
My parents are flying out to be here for my niece's high school graduation, which is in mid-June. Because my sister's MIL will be here as well, and she has limited mobility, my folks will stay with me while E stays with my sister. Well, my dad just emailed their flight information.
They're going to be here for ten days. With their five-month-old cockapoo puppy.
Oh. My. God. t weeps
I love my parents, I do, but ten days sharing my 700-square-foot house with my mother will kill me.
Jesse - Apr 25, 2007 5:11:42 pm PDT #4424 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
That sounds like reasonably good news on the Teddy front, Fred. Good luck with all of it.
Oy vey, Suela. There's a reason I don't go to my parents' for more than four days in a row anymore.