ION, for those who are looking at a career change, there's a vacancy looking after a tropical island:

OMG. I need that job.

I would be willing to learn to scuba dive for that job!

The job page is not found! They must have filled it already.

I am so bored. I need a new thing to do/watch that will get my brain going or something. I have gone through Battlestar Galactica and playing Word Twist, and I am done with them. Does anyone know of any free on-line learning or something. The danger with being bored like this is that I get kind of listless and don't do anything, so it is better to keep my brain occupied. I was obsessed with reading about 19th century tenements, but I ran out of internet!

You had to take some stuff off the end of the link: [link]

Oh- a testament to how bored I am...

I spent my entire bus ride contemplating boys in the very low (under the butt) pants, how they keep them up, and what is going on in the front. Like, do the pants ride over or under the penis? What happens if they (as many are hormonal teenagers) get an unfortunate erection? If I were costuming someone in these pants how would I ensure they actually stay up, since they seem to be held in place mostly by posture and a hand on the belt buckle? These are the burning questions in my life!

You had to take some stuff off the end of the link: [link]

Thank you! Now I want to feed the turtles-- but I cannot snorkle!

I spent my entire bus ride contemplating boys in the very low (under the butt) pants, how they keep them up, and what is going on in the front.

Yeah, I don't know. I had a crisis of tights the other night walking home, and they were starting to slip past my ass, and there was no way they wouldn't have kept going to my knees after that. I decided it was better to just hike them up on the street.

Sophia, I ask myself those same questions! (Well, not the costuming one, but...) I also often wonder what would happen if they actually had to run, and how funny it would be if I just depantsed them and ran away.

I once had a crisis of the tights and a crisis of my period all at the same time at the theatre, and when running to the bathroom was stopped by a girl hysterically in tears about the most minor part of her costume (she was wearing a longline strapless bra which she wasn't used to, and felt exposed. I ended up having to talk to her/try to comfort her while both my underpants and tights were slowly creeping down my thighs (the elastic in both had simultaneously given up the ghost). By the end of the conversation I was actually holding up both bloody garments by pressing my knees together, and I so wanted to get cranky with her and run to the bathroom!

For some reason, the pants style reminds me of the Cavalier Period, which I hate. [link]

I think it is because everything seems so droopy, and yet so fancy.