Noooo, not the primers.

Don't do it, Megan! That way lies madness, and Bandom!

Holy carp that was the strangest half-inning of baseball I've ever seen.

megan, I just have to remind you that I warned you about this a few months ago: megan walker "Buffista Music III: The Search for Bach" Apr 17, 2008 1:00:16 pm PDT

There are primers?!?

AHAHAHA. Um, yes. A lot of them. Here's a very long, fairly comprehensive (if a little old) one, with pictures and links, and I give you this one just for the recipe on how to make a Gabe. There are more. I will send them to you.

Holy carp that was the strangest half-inning of baseball I've ever seen.

I've been hearing the yelling from the bar across this street, which is weird - I didn't think we had that many Phillies or Rays fans. Oh, well.

megan, I just have to remind you that I warned you about this a few months ago

Hah, so you did. I guess I should read that discussion more thoroughly instead of just bookmarking it. This is what I get for skimming.

When Owen was walking up to bed he told Christopher, "Daddy, you know Spooky and Batty are best pumpkin friends."

Awwww. Too cute!

The music has finally stopped. I am relieved, but I am also frustrated at how little I was able to accomplish tonight. The next two days are really not going to be fun.

We have survived Cobras. We have survived screaming teens.

The Cobra show was a lot a fun. Not the bestest show evar omg, but fun.

Happy birthday, Brenda! And healing-ma to Lucy.

Congrats, bon bon and bob bob! It seems only yesterday I was advising bon *not* to make her first date with internet man on Valentine's day, just because it was a romantic Hallmark day. Goes to show what I do (and don't) know.

One scary jack o'lantern (dubbed "Spooky" by Owen), bats against a moon ("Batty") and a wolf howling at a full moon.

In Jamaican patois, batty means butt. So I read this anecdote differently.

I really need to save up my pennies for a tablet, because this mouse shit ain't flyin'. Also, a bigger monitor would be nice. Two monitors would be nice, as well. Yes. And can I have Jason Momoa rubbing my shoulders, too? That'd be awesome.

Of all of this I have a tablet. I'd trade it in for most anything else on your list.

Had a good visit to the ER today. Well, not good, because good would mean I didn't have to have treatment, or anything. But the attending (I will get these terms straight one day) had a sincere and motivated attitude towards me and my pain, and seemed determined not to let me go until something had resolved itself once and for all.

He sat down so I could tell him what treatment regimen I was on, and it seemed important to him that I was being properly treated outside the ER as well as within.

And it worked. I'm home with no migraine, and I didn't have to fight anyone for meds while in the ER.

I wish this were permanent, or something, but I'm going to take what I can get, for the nonce.

Now to have cereal and juice for dinner, and poke around the TiVo before bed.

blessing on your ER Attendant -- having someone listen and understand , plus no migraine now that you are home, bless.

I warned you about the ridiculousness! I linked you to videos! I can link you to band primers, if you want. (Admittedly, I did not warn about the scene kids.)

The scene kids are sort of a gift with purchase.

(A shitty gift from your tacky aunt you only see once a year.)

I am decidedly in bandom. However, I don't read teh dirty fic.

(Unless you have actually sucked face on stage. Then its on your own head.)