Well, I had to obsess about something when I was unemployed.

Disturbing in a NSFW way music video.

Today I was made to feel like a drug-seeker and was engaged by too many doctors in arguments I'm completely not educated enough to have.

::sigh::

Well, it's less painful than this morning, and all I can hope is that it gets me clear through the month. Sorry-week. Month'd take prayer. Week is hope.

I'm sadly very chatty from the pain, and the painkiller makes me talk quicker. Poor Polgara. But if I stop moving, I'll die. Or something like that.

I love the bursts of esoteric knowledge sprinkled throughout the thread. Makes me envious...I swear I used to know about more than just hitting people. Ah, who am I kidding. Jack of some trades, mistress to few.

Off to beddikins.

Omega Flax:

Colourlovers. I linked to a blog entry of theirs earlier, but the site as a whole is very interesting--a lot of simple palettes displayed in ways that make me kinda curious. Not enough to dress like, say, my sister, but there you go.

I just realised that I may have a wedding to attend in November, and a great gold dress I bought for $10. And, ah, no shoes. The pain of shoes for weddings. Maybe I'll go with the best silver dress in the world and the slightly strappy black heels I already have for that instead. And I'll let the gold dress ripen some more.

Ok... I'm torn between out and out laughter and sitting quietly disturbed out of my mind!

ita, feel better, and anytime you feel like handing out an education on the finer points of hitting on people...

Until then I'll just take notes from the educational video provided... heheh

Oh, no. Not hitting on people.

Hitting people, period.

Although I'm not bad at hitting on complete strangers. Pretty easy when you're a chick. But I'm way better at beating the shit out of folk.

We all have our talents.

I'll just take notes from the educational video provided.

Remember--the opinions expressed in that video are not opinions of the management and they can make no guarantees as to outcome.

Skippity to post that, according to the Buffista Calendar, today is Trudy Booth's birthday.

I'm not going to wish her the generic "happy birthday", because I know the date is not an easy one for her, but I do wish her a wonderful year.

Happy Birthday Trudy!

I think I may have to give up the caffeine again. Even half caf/half decaf is making me a jittery mess. But I love the coffee so.

Happy Birthday Trudy!

Happy Birthday, Trudy!!

I hope that the medication works for at least a little while, ita.

Love those cat videos, Kristin!!

Since I'm sure you're all curious, it came out in 1906 (hence the ought-six part of its name), but became famous from use in WWI with the Springfield rifle by infantrymen.

If I remember my "Engineering Disasters" documentaries from History Channel right, the US infantry actually didn't use the Springfield rifle during WWI due to some bonehead in Washington realizing that they were better than anything anyone else had, so if they were taken from a dead doughboy, they would lose technological advantage. As a result, the US sent the boys over there with a vastly inferior POS rifle that blew up in their faces more than fired effective bullets into the Germans. The magazines had openings in them, allowing for dirt and mud to get into them and screwing up the bullet feed, and the recoil of the gun was known to shatter cheekbones. They had warehouses full of Springfields in the US getting rusty while they were using these things on the field.

Happy birthday Trudy!