I read an article on the Belmont that described Big Brown in the early stages of the race as "rank." What does that mean exactly?
Natter 59: Dominate Your Face!
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.
I need this soundtrack!!!
Ooh, it's so good. I would send it to you, actually.
Why is it only Tuesday? It should be Thursday. At least!
DUDE! sara, do not evoke the S***** T************ as I did NOT bring an umbrella and am wearing a white shirt.
I would send it to you, actually.
I would accept this gift! And send something (TBD) in return.
as I did NOT bring an umbrella and am wearing a white shirt.
Sexy times in NYC!
It is, as far as I can tell from my cube, bright and sunny down by the water right now.
Rank means that he was misbehaving - fighting his rider. . .which he was.
so unlike sexy in so many horrible ways.
ION - I think an apt in my building, on my FLOOR is going to be available soon. Some nice b.orger who'd watch tv with me and share shopping trips needs to buy it.
Some nice b.orger who'd watch tv with me and share shopping trips needs to buy it.
Plus bonus proximity to mac!
I would accept this gift! And send something (TBD) in return.
Right on. Send me your address, and someday I will mail it!
isn't the connection between a lifetime of smoking and its odds of causing one to develop lung cancer a well-supported medical fact
The funny thing is, there's a more immediate -- and always overlooked -- connection between smoking and hardening of the arteries, i.e. heart attack country. Nobody (outside of, like, doctors) ever says "coulda seen that coming" when an ex-smoker has a heart attack, but lung cancer tends to get the full force of the cause-and-effect stinkeye. (There are also weird genetic factors involved in the lung cancer-smoking connection, too, which is why my grandmother smoked an obscene number of cigarettes in her lifetime and still managed to live into her 80s cancer-free.)
I do recall reading an essay by Russell Banks in which he described, in his childhood in the 40s, calling cigarettes "coffin nails." But I think that's the kind of thing where, people kind of know something's bad for you, but they don't know it know it for a really long time.
(Until that day in health class where they make you look at slides of blackened, cyst-ridden lungs. Almost as much fun as the horrible livers of alcoholics!)