I don't think the glass protects your microwave, I think it directs the plasma to intensify the pretty. I found a lot of good info by doing a google search for "microwave grape plasma" especially here.
Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
In cheerier, news...Cash! Matilda wanted to see some pictures on the computer. And just from the thumbnails she spotted you and called you by your real name and wanted to see pictures of you.
AW! Sweet!
{{Sean}} I hope you can get someone to intervene with the landlord.
ND, heal~ma for your mother. I hope the antibiotics take care of the infection.
{{{{{Drew}}}}}, much healing ~ma for your mom.
(((Drew))) I'm sorry. Healing-ma to your mother.
Ted Allen did the grape in the microwave thing on his new Food Network show.
Quick healing ~ma for you mom, Drew. I'm sorry that this has been so much for you and yours.
Drew, healing for your Mom. Sean, hope everything works out in spite of asshat landlord for S and you.
Drew, that just sucks. Much healing~ma for your mom.
Sean, I'm sorry that so much shit is converging on you right now.
And Drew! You so deserve a break from this. No more ERs, damnit.
Sean ~~~~~~and S~~~~~~~
{{ND}} just a little extra strength to you .
So- for various reasons I've been looking at craigs list --and I got into the writing jobs. Tech writing is what it has been, but the whole world of magazine publishing is different. Some pay almost nothing --2 dollars for a blog post( 100 words) -- 3 for a feature post ( 300 words).
and then-- there are people looking for bloggers-- to maintain a blog-- I'm guessing still not a bunch of money, but it is interesting.
Hell, Drew-- I'm sorry. But at least it sounds as if it was caught early enough to do something about it.
In a Mooshu update, I poured out a small amount of DogSure to which he turned up his nose. I know it had to be good, since Pisces and Jasmine were practically climbing over each other to get to it. But I'm not that easy-- I shooed them off, grabbed a syringe (wish I'd had a bigger one) and proceeded to give Mooshu some in 100ml increments. He fussed at the first syringe, but then took the rest of them without my even having to hold his head steady. And while he never willingly drank any from the bowl, about halfway through the syringe feeding, his tail started wagging and his eyes definitely seemed brighter.
I'm still worried, but at least I know he's got something in his system. Contrary beast. You'd think he was a cat.