People who come in just for the chocolate, or who get distracted from the Jesus guy (who completely fails to leverage omniscience and mention chocolate at any turn). Best to keep them separate.
But wouldn't that also be an issue with the pot?
Angel: You know, I killed my actual dad. It was one of the first things I did when I became a vampire. Wesley: I hardly see how that's the same situation. Angel: Yeah. I didn't really think that one through.
'Lineage'
Natter 52: Playing with a full deck?
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.
Lee - Jun 17, 2007 3:44:50 pm PDT #3497 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
brenda m - Jun 17, 2007 3:57:48 pm PDT #3498 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
Nah, they'd just all meld into one.
And I know whereof I speak. I knew a guy who used to go sit up on this hillside and smoke pot all the time. Then he started bringing a bible (and the pot).
Today he's a monk. An honest-to-god, live in a monastery monk.
In Conyers, of all places (Ginger will get this).
§ ita § - Jun 17, 2007 4:05:36 pm PDT #3499 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
But wouldn't that also be an issue with the pot?
I've had pot. And chocolate. I think chocolate's the bigger distractor. I never felt like more God was needed after the right chocolate torte. All Godded up, thanks. And decently Goddessed as well.
Chocolate has closure. Pot is about opening.
Hey, anyone know how dosages (I'm not finding the right word here) work? My previous prescription of Percocet was of 10-325mg pills (which is not 10 pills of 325mg each), and this new one is 7.5-500mg. I'm assuming that I'm getting 175mg more oxycodone in the new pill, but what's the 10 vs. 7.5 bit?
meara - Jun 17, 2007 4:13:30 pm PDT #3500 of 10001
tylenol, I think, ita?
brenda m - Jun 17, 2007 4:14:15 pm PDT #3501 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
Actually you're getting 175 more acetaminophen and 2.5 more oxy.
§ ita § - Jun 17, 2007 4:14:48 pm PDT #3502 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Bless. Right. It's got acetaminophen in.
Good job.
Hey, while you're spot on the nose, can you tell me why my DVD burning software thinks I can burn DVD9 discs? Should I bother do the research and then go get some?
brenda m - Jun 17, 2007 4:16:02 pm PDT #3503 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
Now you're on your own.
§ ita § - Jun 17, 2007 4:16:44 pm PDT #3504 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
serial:
Actually you're getting 175 more acetaminophen and 2.5 more oxy.
Huh, no. I guess I'm getting 2.5 less oxy. Which is dumb, since the first scrip said 1-2 every six hours and this says no more than 1 a day.
And sometimes I did take 2 in a shot, or 3 or 4 in a day.
This could be a very long month. Hopefully this one pill will kill the headache I've been toting most of this week. Otherwise it's candy and abuse time.
Ginger - Jun 17, 2007 4:17:37 pm PDT #3505 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Today he's a monk. An honest-to-god, live in a monastery monk.
In Conyers, of all places (Ginger will get this).
A Trappist. They've gotten very entrepreneurial down there.
§ ita § - Jun 17, 2007 4:22:54 pm PDT #3506 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Huh. Apparently I have a dual layer DVD burner.
So...if almost all of a season fits on a single layer disc, and almost all of two seasons will likely fit on a double layer disc, I either have to get over it or waste a bunch of space to keep my boundaries in place...