Don't you mean "can't hold attitude!"

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Lunchbreak timelies!

I've thought I was about to get sick a couple of times this winter and every time, a glass of Airborne (or the TJ's clone) morning & night + 2-3 Vit Cs have staved it off. So far, so good.

I woke up invigorated this morning and did 2 hours of digging/prep/picking ivy sprouts out of the garden before work. Good times. There are so many birds in my neighborhood, it sounds like a jungle outside in the morning, only, not tropical birds. It's lovely. I'll probably go back to being my usual slug tomorrow, but if not, time to try growing red chard.

back to work.

Don't you mean "can't hold attitude!"

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Since when does filking fall outside of typical Buffista activity?

I'm on day 2 of "Outside? Really?"

Me too. Today that means I'm still in my pjs from last night, as is Isaac. Irrepressible Frances insisted on getting dressed, or rather she insisted on getting undressed and I insisted on her putting something on.

Oh, and happy birthday, Connie!

egad am I out of it.

I'll probably go back to being my usual slug tomorrow, but if not, time to try growing red chard.

So as to give the other slugs something to eat?

My pants are intact, but quite damp -- it's raining large cats, larger dogs, and the random pony out there, on top of 2" of slush.

Well, at least it's not hailing taxis.

SD memory cards can survive going through the laundry. Who knew?

Data intact?

Yep. Warm wash, warm rinse, 25 minutes of tumble dry. (I had left it in one of my shirt pockets). Files (jpgs, it's one of the cards for my new camera) all intact, and the card is still readable and writable to full capacity (1.86Gb).

"Arresting Holiday Dresses": 1973 fashion meets TV detectives

There was a Shaft TV series? Huh. (Only 7 episodes.)

I love this comment:

Perhaps the less said about Buddy Ebsen lurking behind a tree the better...

The woman "blogging her suicide" now says it was an art project. [link]

90 Day Jane, the blogger who promised to commit suicide in 90 days, won't. She made the site as an art project, figuring only some friends would see it because people usually aren't drawn to dramatic stories on the Internet. While Jane hasn't revealed her true identity, Radar Magazine thinks they found her at a blog named Void, running the photo and caption shown here. Anyway, after Jane outed herself on the blog, she shut the whole thing down. We saved the confessional post below, in which Jane thanks her readers for being "real and heartfelt" and gives props to all of you who asked her to flash some tit.

90DayJane is a personal art piece about me. It was meant for me and (what I ignorantly thought would be) a small number of people who might find it on BlogSpot. It is the result of me tapping into the darkest part of myself and seeing where it led.

What I have written and filmed, at its core, is from a place of truth.

I am the girl in the videos. I have great disappointment with my generation and its obvious obsession with celebrity culture rather than their fellow man, thus the former Chuck Palahniuk reference. I wanted this blog to be about personal discovery and truth. But the correspondences I have received have taught me more about those qualities than I could ever express. 90DayJane has become its own entity and has influenced me. In fact, it has changed my perspective as a human being.

I feel a massive sense of responsibility to my art, but more importantly the readers of this blog. My closeness to this project must have made art seem like reality to many people. That is not a reaction that I expected nor can I morally justify. This is why my project, 90DayJane, will be taken down in the next few hours. 90DayJane was meant to mirror the tragic figure, Christine Chubbuck. Newscaster Christine Chubbuck committed suicide in 1974 by shooting herself in the head live on air. She was very vocal about her depression to those around her and gave every indication of her exact intentions leading up to the event. Sadly, no one reacted or helped Christine and those left behind could only ask "why".

...and so on....