If it is Lyme, there's an excellent cure rate when they catch it early like this.

This is the purse I would carry every day in my fantasy life. [link] Anyone got $20,000 extra dollars for me?

Hi Susan!

This skirt is almost wonderful. Wrong size and colour, but I love the idea.

Okay, is it possible that I've run out of 'net?

This skirt is almost wonderful. Wrong size and colour, but I love the idea.

NO. Just no. That skirt is like five different flavors of NOT ALL RIGHT. DO NOT LIKE. t /mac

Stop talking trash about my (almost) skirt. I love the uber-high waist and the volume due to crinkling. It's like post-apocalyptic (my favourite fashion style) meets Edwardian nanny (not favourite, but more up there than you'd think).

Heh.

As I sometimes say to friends, "Well, it's OK for you...."

I once developed a bald spot the size of a pencil. My hairdresser noticed it and I freaked. She reassured me it wasn't incipient baldness, just probably the results of a bug bite or zit.

It's gone now.

I dye the shit out of my hair, but darker. Of course, there's some bleaching involved, but my hair so far has been the most resilient part of my body. Dye, blowdry, curling iron, ponytails in cheap rubber bands (when it was long)... it takes a beating and doesn't whimper.

Funny story...in high school (when I had really long hair, from anywhere past my shoulders to my butt,) I always ended up sitting in front of the same guy friend, as the teachers were fond of alphabetical order. Anyway, after YEARS of this, he says to me "You have really pretty hair! It's so healthy! No split ends or anything!" It was so incongruous coming from him. So was the next confession.

Turns out he'd spent THREE YEARS playing with my hair. I started noticing after that, and he stopped being so sneaky about it. It was odd, but not freaky.

This skirt is almost wonderful. Wrong size and colour, but I love the idea

Oh yeah, that's gorgeous. I think she got the hem stuck in the waist of her pantyhose, though.

I used to have two bald spots when I was a wee thing. I think the women in our family are gender compensating with above-average incidences of male-pattern baldness. They're gone now, but when I was young and outside daily, they were red instead of brown, and even now they take bleaching hungrily and remain thinner than the rest of it.

Was chatting with a guy the other day who's aspiring towards a comb-over. But he intends to shave the top of his head to make an over that needs combing. I told him as long as it was deliberately ironic, it would be okay.

This is the same guy who had this conversation with me:

Me: Can I have a piece of pizza? I'm having a piece of pizza. ::snarfs slice::
Him: Well...
Me: What do you want in return?
Him: Can I punch you in the stomach?
Me: Sure.
Him: And you can't hit me back?
Me: Sure. Want to do it now?
Him: Uh, no.
Me: Come on. As hard as you can!
Him: You're eating. It would be rude.

Even later on he wouldn't take me up on it. Weird young man.

Weird conversation!

Hey, if you haven't already, you can go look at pix of Jessica's Dylan. I did that today while looking for the end of the internet and he's a wide eyed baby-bewildered cutie.

Ooh! Buffista babies. I can totally do with some of them.

Interesting cooking blog: [link] She's in the business of altering recipes to fit her food allergies, etc. Not that I'd ever be as hardcore as she is (no chocolate? Dream on!), the discussion of altering recipes is interesting, and I'm looking to tweak my desserts to give them better glycemic indices.

Wow. Talk about missing a point. I do not listen to any LA radio, but I knew exactly what they were talking about. I am disturbed by one commenter's ignorance of "boy" as a racial pejorative, but still. The blogger recanted, and it seemed with sincerity.

This is just down the street from me. I now have no excuse not to see every movie in the world. But I do miss Montreal's rep theatres that showed many old movies a month with a schedule that was a trip to read all by itself.