I heard about that death on the radio this morning. Just goes to show that you can never rely on anything being foolproof, especially when anesthesia is involved. There was a case earlier this year where a dentist put a little girl under for a tooth extraction and she died.
In mememe stuff, these are the frames I picked. They were the first ones I tried on, and I ended up sticking with them.
Evidence that Russians are weird: [link]
A bunch of staged photos of bizarre/disturbing scenarios....
Cute frames, Kathy! That's strange but neat about your vision improving.
I hope Jilli is around: [link]
That sound you people may have heard? That was the sound of my brain shorting out.
That was the sound of my brain shorting out.
How is he so pretty, Jilli?
How?
How is he so pretty, Jilli? How?
Dude, I
don't know.
Obviously, we must study him to find out. And to talk about comics and RPGs and such. For science!
He makes me want to go nerd-hunting in basements around the world in the hope that we'll find another one who hits critical hotness at age 30, but I suspect he's the gorgeous geek equivalent of monkeys typing Shakespeare.
I went to the DMV and the woman didn't mention taking a new picture, and that would have been a whole nother wait, and we weren't communicating so well (she was deaf with cochlear implants, so kind of hard to understand), so I let it go. Apparently they will mail me the new license in two weeks. And my vision (with glasses) was just barely good enough to read the eye chart, once I figured out which frigging line I was supposed to read. Hint: it was the one circled in red.
I also went shopping, where I got a super cute dress for $14, which justified buying a cashmere sweater for ... considerably more.
I miss the NY DMV, where they let you take your picture over if you don't like it and, more importantly, don't list your weight. Le sigh.