Except for one of them, where the placebos aren't just iron, but also have trace estrogen.

Huh. I never take the placebos.

That's the 1 period every three months pill.

Hated that one. TMI details: "Some" "spotting"? Hah! "You keep using that word. I do not think it means, what you think it means."

I find it odd that this is a subject you are too delicate for

Well, you know--it might have to do with the vagina of someone I've met. Let it not be said that I don't have boundaries.

I found this book a disappointment. I wanted a book about Buffy, or at least Buffy fans and their interesting activities. Instead this is an autobiography that happens to be set in Buffy Fandom. It starts out with the author whining about what a mess she was physically, emotionally and professionally. She goes on to say how fandom saved her. The problem is, by starting out so whiny, she makes it hard to care what happened to her or why. It's like reading a notebook or journal kept by a teenage girl. It lacks the wit and humor that might otherwise save it.

This is my second favorite bad review.

Well, you know--it might have to do with the vagina of someone I've met. Let it not be said that I don't have boundaries.

Good to know. I will henceforth keep my goolie away from your internets.

oh ita

I guess it's good to know that Buffy fandom isn't actually about Buffy fans?

I find it odd that this is a subject you are too delicate for. It's a thong that was harder to distinguish than I realized, because the leg hole was around my waist and vice-versa.

I have so done that before. Victoria's Secret has sort of "invisible" underwear, really thin with rolled hems and seams. Also, impossible to tell which end is up.

A hearty roung of "Ugh!" for both Kat and ita.

Good lord, Allyson! I know whenever I tell people my invisible internet friends flew a "stranger" to tour the US from Isreal, I'm totally met with yawns and "So what?"s. @@@@@@ (forever)

I'm awful with criticism. I look at that review and assume the writer is either a little slow, or a crusty, dried up humorless sad sack.

I would probably say all that with added "I don't like that it wasn't gossipy!"

We're having a bit of a windstorm today. I knew it was predicted and realized it must've arrived here at the Big Hellmouthy Hospital on the Hill despite the windowless state of my office because the power is sort of blinking to dim off and on.

I just ran an errand that took me through the main hallway connecting the eastern and western entrances of the building. There's a breeze in the hallway. And it's not like the doors are all that close together or are standing open or anything. They're not even on the same level, what with being built on a hillside and all.

As I typed this, we got a call from a staffer saying they're talking about closing the floating bridges and the West Seattle Bridge. Here's hoping they can't close the Ship Canal Bridge, because my bus home is an express that doesn't even start running for another half hour....