That's great news, Suzi. Best of healing to her.

No...*I'm* evil and awful and handicapped. But "luckily" for the world the complete opposite of desirable and appealing so nothing will contaminate anyone. sj will be fine. Wish I could be there to show her how much worse it could be...

Nonsense. I don't snog people who are the complete opposite of desirable and appealling.

(Which isn't to say that the prospect of you getting your freak on and being all Crip Power and expletive-laden at TCG's mom doesn't crack my shit up, in much the same way as the prospect of JZ and her chums visiting the asshat bar that kicked out Teppy's group of soberly-dressed S&M folks, and talking loudly about their happy married Christian fucking, and how much they love their happy husbandly cocks thrusting into their happy wifely cunts in order to facilitate the creation of happy healthy nuclear families.)

So - reiki. I remain open-minded, but unconvinced at this juncture. It does not help one's case as a Reiki Master to start talking about the fall of Atlantis or pyramids being built by teleportation. (My response, I confess, was "...er, yes. On Stargate. But in the real world, the latest theory - backed up by archeological evidence - is that the pyramids were built by the farmers during the times of inundation, that they were paid workers, and that the stones were raised by the use of earthworks around the pyramid. Um.") Or the Great Pyramids being designed by Thoth and Osiris. Or making lots of random spurious claims and backing them up with vague "it's been documented that" assertions. Because, yo, I could write that my cat flies around the room farting green flames and singing 'O Canada', and that would be documentary evidence of flaming flying Canada-loving felines. Whilst still being, you know, total crap.

Hmm.

But we'll see. Perhaps tomorrow I'll be more attuned to the universe. I do know plenty of people who have had weird and spooky psychic experiences, so I'm still open minded about it in terms of practical application.

She made it through the surgery fine. The surgeon feels very positive

Hooray!

Joe called and is on the plane.

I have cleaned the entire upstairs and need to go to work on the downstairs.

Kinda don't wanna.

Also? I think I have a sick baby.

Yay Suzi's mom!!!!!

So, leather. Discuss.

Smells yummy. Mmmm.

I'm moderately jealous of those of you going to Folsom, although I loathe crowds with such a white-hot loathing that I'm afraid I would end up miserable even at Folsom.

The Boy, however, is *energetically* jealous of those of you going to Folsom.

I hope this one settles in and acts like it was made for her, Suzi.

Every time I clean the kitchen and leave, it mysteriously gets dirty and smelly by the time I return.

This happens to me and I live alone.

I'm moderately jealous of those of you going to Folsom, although I loathe crowds with such a white-hot loathing that I'm afraid I would end up miserable even at Folsom.

Our plan, as it stands now, takes into account my ACK PEOPLE thing, somewhat to Juliana's dismay.

Our plan, as it stands now, takes into account my ACK PEOPLE thing, somewhat to Juliana's dismay.

Ah, well done!

Our plan, as it stands now, takes into account my ACK PEOPLE thing, somewhat to Juliana's dismay.

Nah - I forgot to take in to account the extreme exhaustion I'll be running on tomorrow. My dismay will kick in if I don't get to ogle the Dykes on Bikes and the fine leather daddies and their motorcycles (fetish, fine. Motorcycles, OMGFTW) or the Morris dancers.

Folsom doesn't get quite as packed (that's what he said) as the Castro Halloween crowd. It's a bit more tolerable, and unless you're the person on the leash and ass-less chaps, most people aren't going to be staring at you.