And once it's packed, how am I going to get it downstairs?

If I'm not temping that day, I'll help.

Even on my own, I've moved way more than the contents of your apartment.

You are very sweet, David, thank you.

Tomorrow I'm borrowing a car and taking boxes to the post office. I think while I'm there I'll buy some smaller boxes, then come home and pack up a bunch of books and papers and things and see how that goes. I just keep tripping over more paper, and in fact there's really no space to put things that I take out of boxes, so that's a dilemma.

I'm also feeling downhearted about the things that I may end up moving to Virginia just because I can't figure out how to get rid of them -- a talking Gollum figurine, four big-ass Nene Thomas prints, an old typewriter... Argh. Good thing I'm getting a massage tomorrow morning.

Gah! Gah! Gah!

You know, I realized just this morning that I actually like Skeletor in spite of myself, and in spite of years of thinking he's just too scary to look at. And my reasons for it were all about watching him, before our eyes, since getting the yellow, pull out all kinds of skills that he hadn't been drawing on in all of his time as a specialist, because the Tour is ultimately about how winning the GC is about scraping every last resource and talent and skill, no matter which discipline is naturally your strongest.

And then I decided that I had to take a break from finals week and go have a life and, you know, pimp the shit out of paperdol's book and inspire a whole batch of new crushes on ita's killing-with-pinky-ness in doing so and while I'm out, stuff happens. That would've also distracted me from schoolwork, as it happens.

I never really think any of 'em are clean (it's like they say in NASCAR -- if you ain't cheatin', you ain't tryin') but he's not one I would've pegged for being really wormy about it either. I'm not sure what it is, but it's leaving me with a mental ewww face, whereas Vino was more "you magnificent motherfucking idiot!" I'm also not sure why I'm so attached to reading character notes in their downfalls; I'm really uncomfortable with overidentifying when it comes to sports fandom, and yet here I am, all "wormy" and "magnificent idiot".

I also don't think that blood doping should be considered doping (although if it's cheating, it's cheating, as ita says). But that's a whole long bodies and boundaries thing and, again, finals week.

You know, I realized just this morning that I actually like Skeletor in spite of myself, and in spite of years of thinking he's just too scary to look at.

Me too. Skeletor's had it rough. I mean, look at him. His head is a skull with no skin on it. How the hell does he live?

Oh, somewhere out there there's a YouTube video of "Bohemian Rhapsody" done with clips of Skeletor, He-Man and the rest....

eta: Here's the video: [link]

Me too. Skeletor's had it rough. I mean, look at him. His head is a skull with no skin on it. How the hell does he live?

It's a bare-bones existence.

This is from 1899:

"The Air Ship," a new and original spectacular musical farce comedy, written by J.M. Gaites, possesses some novel and realistic scenic features, and it will probably draw a big audience at the Masonic Temple ton-night. One of the most realistic stage scenes ever presented will be the flight of a real air ship with fifteen passengers on a Klondike expedition, and a view of Dawson City in winter. While the author does not claim a plot, "The Air Ship" has a central idea or theme, with which it is infested by amusing dialogue, new songs, dances and specialties. Careful attention will be given to staging "The Air Ship," and the company of artists engaged will give a lively presentation of the farce. The principal members are Marie Stuart, the clever vaudeville artiste; Lattie Burke, Marlaud Tyson, Raymond Finley, Ben Welsh, James T. Kelly, Max Millian and Shields, and Nana Bancom. The management of the company announce that the scenic features and the performance of the piece will be both new, novel and worthy of cordial support.

The posters for the show are awesome: [link]

The airship cop seems to be up to no good, but the airship lady doesn't seem to mind. Or am I reading her expression wrong?

why you should proofread

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Grim Reaper-kitty: [link]

(AP) PROVIDENCE, R.I. Oscar the cat seems to have an uncanny knack for predicting when nursing home patients are going to die, by curling up next to them during their final hours.

His accuracy, observed in 25 cases, has led the staff to call family members once he has chosen someone. It usually means they have less than four hours to live.

"He doesn't make too many mistakes. He seems to understand when patients are about to die," said Dr. David Dosa in an interview. He describes the phenomenon in a poignant essay in Thursday's issue of the New England Journal of Medicine.

"Many family members take some solace from it. They appreciate the companionship that the cat provides for their dying loved one," said Dosa, a geriatrician and assistant professor of medicine at Brown University.

The 2-year-old feline was adopted as a kitten and grew up in a third-floor dementia unit at the Steere House Nursing and Rehabilitation Center. The facility treats people with Alzheimer's, Parkinson's disease and other illnesses.

After about six months, the staff noticed Oscar would make his own rounds, just like the doctors and nurses. He'd sniff and observe patients, then sit beside people who would wind up dying in a few hours.

Dosa said Oscar seems to take his work seriously and is generally aloof. "This is not a cat that's friendly to people," he said.

Oscar is better at predicting death than the people who workthere, said Dr. Joan Teno of Brown University, who treats patientsat the nursing home and is an expert on care for the terminally ill.

She was convinced of Oscar's talent when he made his 13th correct call. While observing one patient, Teno said she noticed the woman wasn't eating, was breathing with difficulty and that her legs had a bluish tinge, signs that often mean death is near.

Oscar wouldn't stay inside the room though, so Teno thought his streak was broken. Instead, it turned out the doctor's prediction was roughly 10 hours too early. Sure enough, during the patient's final two hours, nurses told Teno that Oscar joined the woman at her bedside.

Doctors say most of the people who get a visit from the sweet-faced, gray-and-white cat are so ill they probably don't know he's there, so patients aren't aware he's a harbinger of death. Most families are grateful for the advanced warning, although one wanted Oscar out of the room while a family member died. When Oscar is put outside, he paces and meows his displeasure.

No one's certain if Oscar's behavior is scientifically significant or points to a cause. Teno wonders if the cat notices telltale scents or reads something into the behavior of the nurses who raised him.

Nicholas Dodman, who directs an animal behavioral clinic at the Tufts University Cummings School of Veterinary Medicine and has read Dosa's article, said the only way to know is to carefully document how Oscar divides his time between the living and dying.

If Oscar really is a furry grim reaper, it's also possible his behavior could be driven by self-centered pleasures like a heated blanket placed on a dying person, Dodman said.

Nursing home staffers aren't concerned with explaining Oscar, so long as he gives families a better chance at saying goodbye to the dying.

Oscar recently received a wall plaque publicly commending his "compassionate hospice care."

But if a guy took a look at me today and complimented me on my shoes (black mary janes with red chinese dragons) I'd do him there and then.

ita, if a man complimented the shoes while you were wearing the corset, he's probably gay.

And more evidence of the importance of proofreading:

Profitability experts say wireless and banking companies routinely discover that 100% or more of their profits are attributable to just 30% of their customers.

Or more!