Sean--a friend says the simplest way to be sure a bone is broken is to touch a humming tuning fork to it.
Much like the simplest way to see if a 9-volt battery is dead is to touch the terminals to your tongue....
Willow ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
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Sean--a friend says the simplest way to be sure a bone is broken is to touch a humming tuning fork to it.
Much like the simplest way to see if a 9-volt battery is dead is to touch the terminals to your tongue....
I broke a toe once (but it was not the big one). I could hardly walk at all. Then I taped it to the toe next to it. After that, it hurt like hell to walk on it when I wore one particular pair of shoes, but when I wore a pair of jogging shoes it didn't hurt at all.
So, um... what is my point? Toes are weird. And, try the taping....
In? do you know how often I say things like " my Buffy friends" or "on my boards .." .
IME, it really helped cut down on the confused blinking and puzzled faces to go and marry one of my Buffy board people -- marriage, I suppose, is such a spectacularly normal thing to do that it de-weirded the entire community in my non-Buffy people's eyes.
Though, hmmmm. Hec and I are only a sample of one. Is Nora around to report on the McWaringle experience?
IME, it really helped cut down on the confused blinking and puzzled faces to go and marry one of my Buffy board people -- marriage, I suppose, is such a spectacularly normal thing to do that it de-weirded the entire community in my non-Buffy people's eyes.
Us Buffistas obviously need to all marry each other.
But the way I have in mind probably wouldn't make others think we're any less weird.
Well, I did say "one."
Though it can be a problem, narrowing it down to just the one. We're very pretty.
I still haven't e-mailed the girl I'm supposed to marry. Perhaps I can start out by saying, "Sorry, I've been too busy watching Life on Mars to say anything until now."
We're very pretty.
We are at that.
My North Beach friends just think I'm deeply geeky. My mother has met many of you, but she wouldn't care how I met people, just that I get along with them. I don't think my grandmother grasps the concept, but she's barely mastered email.
I tend to talk about "my imaginary internet friends" to people who know I'm in an online community.
My parents are not at all confused by my invisible friends that live in the glowy box. Heck, they've met some of you. Tho' I will admit I live in fear of my mom ever really getting the hang of teh interwebs. Tho' who knows, mom getting her own batch of invisible friends might be just what she needs.
ION, omg don't want to focus on work, and want to go bleach all the black out of my hair and dye it pink. Not that I will, but I'm still thinking longingly about doing so.
Go, wee Alter baby!!!! I hope Jess and Fone are feeling well and things are continuing apace.
Ouchie, Sean!! I've broken toes. It's no fun at all.
I've had a hectic day. Besides killing 5 cicadas with my car, I had 2 job interviews today. Count them. 1. 2. And, both are for full-time drama positions. And, both seemed to go very well. Yay!
I'm also headed to Tenn. to visit with the family tomorrow, so I've been trying to get everything ready for that. It's my dad's 70th birthday on Friday in addition to Daddy's Day.
Currently, I'm at school and have class in 30 minutes.