Natter 55: It's the 55th Natter
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.
wonder how marijuana does for headaches?
I just heard something about that. Well, not specifically headaches, but someone did a study that found that a moderate amount (whatever that means, the article was not specific) of pot decreased the pain felt by the subjects, but more pot eventually meant more pain, more even than not using any kind of pain killer.
I have heard about migraineurs being prescribed weed for the pain, but no one's brought it up to me.
(Ha! All Your Oblivion Are Belong To Us!)
I'm playing Oblivion too. Well, not right now. I'm not far in yet, so no orges, just lots of goblins.
They have a cave troll?
Does anyone else say this in their best Boromir voice when Dick Cheney appears on their TV screen? Just me?
In an odd convergence, Sean Bean is a voice actor in Oblivion.
Speaking of ships here on Earth - the British have the coolest names. Like Indefatigable and Indomitable and Dreadnought.
Nobody names ships like the Brits.
You can use the spaceship size comparison chart for a resource of names.
That is a cool chart.
Laugh tracks are evil and distracting. Especially when one fires off and I find myself trying to figure out what was supposed to be funny.
Is there any method of killing mice wherein one does not have to clean up little mouse bodies?
I don't know of a reliable one. My dog has caught a few in the backyard and one in the garage, but he never eats them. I think he thinks they are squeak toys that don't work for very long.
Huh. That excessive pot = more pain thing makes me worry for the cancer patients who take it to reduce their pain and boost appetite. I wonder how much is too much...
When I had a cat, I once had to clean up a BAT body! I did not enjoy it. It was actually a cute little mouse, but I can't let this go on, so I think I might try the "never see the mouse" traps. I could put out poison, as I have no pets right now or children, but then, what happens to the body. Does it just rot in your wall?
The worst mouse experience I had was accidentally stepping on a mouse and crushing its skull in the costume storage area> My students had to clean it up, because I felt so bad!
My day started with my husband waking me up and telling me that last night, when we put gas in my car, he left the gas cap off, and asking if I could drive by the gas station this morning and look for it.
I did not find it at the gas station, but inside, they had two random gas caps other people had left behind, so I took one of those.
Work, so far:
- Tech support in Malaysia dumped me
- Local tech support has been predictably non-helpful
- Since Wednesday, people have sent me three different revisions of a document I'm working on, without any indication of how changes might overlap
- An e-mail from a muckety-muck implies that I will be speaking with a content expert today, despite the fact that said content expert has not returned any of my calls
- The circuit on which half of the office computers run blew, meaning that I lost several minutes of work reconciling the changes in those stupid revisions
I'm telling you, I think the circus might be the way to go.
Apparently, I grew up with JZ, was named Rebecca, a whole ocean and language away from home, because at that age I would totally play make-believe and pretend doors led to other places.
One of the Improv companies I'm in is called Falling Anvil. I'm going to pretend we named it just for you.
Um, yay?
Found a writeup of the study: [link]
My BiL took some clowning classes at Humboldt. He did not join the circus, however, though they are running a theater these days which is sort of similar.
Kristin - or maybe everyone talking about the laugh track made you hyper aware of it.
But I was the one who brought it up! Weird. Anyway, I'm not here.
t poof!
I had a philosophy professor at Marquette who was a clown on the side (he specialized in going to children's hospitals). He went to Clown College in Florida, and said it really taught him a lot. He was the only Jesuit clown I knew of--well, a REAL clown, not a metaphorical one.