I have no idea how to come down from today.
Mal: Take your people and go. Captain: You would have done the same. Mal: We can already see I haven't.
'Out Of Gas'
Natter 54: Right here, dammit.
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.
Allyson - Oct 03, 2007 3:11:42 pm PDT #4813 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Scrappy - Oct 03, 2007 3:16:35 pm PDT #4814 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
I would say you go after the feelings with your body rather than your head. I usually can't think myself out of a state. Do you have any nice-smelling lotion? I would sit somewhere non-distracting and put the lotion on your hands and concentrate only on breathing deeply and inhaling the scent and on relaxing each time you exhale.
Allyson - Oct 03, 2007 3:24:29 pm PDT #4815 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
I'm thinking of stopping by Lush on my way home, now. Good idea, Robin.
§ ita § - Oct 03, 2007 4:05:02 pm PDT #4816 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I'm going to give walking home a shot.
DavidS - Oct 03, 2007 4:30:39 pm PDT #4817 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I'm going to give walking home a shot.
Do you have you cell phone? Can you call a cab? Maybe from a bar?
DavidS - Oct 03, 2007 4:34:52 pm PDT #4818 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Emmett had his first wrestling match in a meet today. He won!
He was down on points 10-2 and then pinned the other guy.
The other guy lunged for his legs and Emmett performed a "double underhook" (whatever that is) and won.
Also he went to the dentist and had no cavities.
In sum: Hooray for Emmett!
eta: Double underhook is actually kind of cool
§ ita § - Oct 03, 2007 4:46:55 pm PDT #4819 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Do you have you cell phone? Can you call a cab? Maybe from a bar?
Home!
It's about a half hour walk. Good to know. Now I must see if I can catch up on everything I missed by being in hospitals for way too long yesterday.
Came out to my boss as a migraineuse today. I was going to around now anyway, but I woke up at 9:41 today, thereby TOTALLY missing my 8am meeting. And even at 10 I wasn't good to drive.
megan walker - Oct 03, 2007 4:59:43 pm PDT #4820 of 10001
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist
I want to go home. I hate being the last one in the office.
Jesse - Oct 03, 2007 5:22:46 pm PDT #4821 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I think I am as full as possible. And yet, I want to go to sleep immediately. I know that is a bad idea. I'm not even full of good regional food; I'm full of America. I always forget how enormous America is.
Liese S. - Oct 03, 2007 5:22:48 pm PDT #4822 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
So...Barbie decapitation, huh? I'm guessing that means the Barbie heads can go back on, right? I must share my childhood tale of woe.
I had a nice brunette Barbie (I'm sure it wasn't Barbie, but Margaret or something) that I liked very much. I also had a blonde Barbie that I didn't like as well, partially because I thought she had an entitled look on her face. Also, her silver dress was not as aesthetically pleasing. Anyway, one day, I was playing (rather roughly, as I did) with her, and I accidentally broke her head off.
This was deeply traumatizing and I hid the body under my bed. And then (and this will tell you the sort of child I was) I prayed long repentant prayers asking God to please restore the mutilated body of my Barbie. For weeks.
He did not, so eventually, I confessed my crime to my mother who, now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure laughed heartily, and that was that.
But see, I didn't know the heads went back on. So now I'm thinking God was going, "What're you asking me for? Stick the thing back on yourself!"
eta: Which I think probably he says a lot.