Maybe it's just because I'm reading the "Incompetent and Unaware of it" paper in another window.
Natter 58: Let's call Venezuela!
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.
Broken scales don't make your boobs shrink, sara.
Oh, god, want popcorn NOW. Do you suppose someone put crack into the kernels? Would that explain all this? Because I suspect I'm popping way more than two servings tonight.
California wants money from me. Curse you, California! Haven't you taken enough from me?
Is it just me, or is this sort of jumbled mess of half-assed, uninformed opinion passing for intelligent argument becoming more and more common these days? Maybe I'm just being too cynical, but I swear the Limbaughs, O'Reilleys, Hannitys and Schlessingers have somehow emboldened the morons of the world.
You need to read The Brain Dead Megaphone. The title essay is about this point exactly, and ever since I read it, I find myself pointing at things and saying "See? SEE??? NO MEGAPHONE FOR YOU."
Broken scales don't make your boobs shrink, sara.
Well, yes, but as to the accuracy of the measurement, I'm dubious. In any case, it isn't quite to the point of needing new bras.
For real. A chocolate fountain is something I can get behind. Or, more precisely, directly in front of.
They have the biggest chocolate fountain in America at the Bellagio. It's more of a small chocolate waterfall over glass.
I like meat as much as the next person, but a BBQ fountain would be way too much.
I feel like a GIANT STRESS BALL right now. Partially because I came home to a $5000 bill from UCLA Pediatric Group for the doctor stuff while G is in the care facility. It's not for the docs, but for "ventilator assistance." ARGH. Stupid blood pressure.
sara, perhaps your weightloss is also stress induced (mine is not, but I wish it were, so at least there would be something useful coming out of the stress).
I think I need both a chocolate fountain and a BBQ fountain.
{{Kat}}
::snuggles up to Trudy just 'cuz. And why not, really?::
A BBQ fountain isn't wrong because of the meatiness to me--I think I share the never-going-away thing with Sara. No need to have quite so much of it around.
I am a giant stressball too, and one that's losing weight because of it. I have way too much disarray right now, and way too much on my plate. Urggh.
On a much more trivial note I can't decide if I should have that second bowl of popcorn (this one with a topping of some sort) or a bowl of stone cut oatmeal. Both seem massively appealing, but I only have room for one.
popcorn now. oatmeal in the AM.