...can we sic Tino on him?
Oh, Pacey! You blind idiot. Can't you see she doesn't love you?
Spike ,'Help'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
tommyrot - Nov 05, 2009 12:34:30 pm PST #29398 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Dana - Nov 05, 2009 12:34:35 pm PST #29399 of 30000
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."
Wow. Nice. Very helpful. And so encouraging.
Jessica - Nov 05, 2009 12:35:25 pm PST #29400 of 30000
If I want to become a cloud of bats, does each bat need a separate vaccination?
...can we sic Tino on him?
I think this guy might be Tino. Or a polar bear.
Barb - Nov 05, 2009 12:36:46 pm PST #29401 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Oh... the temptation to take out the +100 Red Pen of Editing on just that snippet of email is soooooooo strong.
Cashmere - Nov 05, 2009 12:37:28 pm PST #29402 of 30000
Now tagless for your comfort.
DH was adamant with Owen but I was surprised how quickly he folded when Liv crawled into our bed. It's funny how having a king sized bed can change your mind. Especially when the kids only seem to crawl in on MY side of it.
I sympathize with the sleep issues. There really isn't a hard and fast rule--the only rule is doing whatever you have to do to achieve some sort of rest and equalibrium.
In other kid news, Liv just explained to me that iguanas poop seeds out.
Thank you, Diego.
Hil R. - Nov 05, 2009 12:42:20 pm PST #29403 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Oh... the temptation to take out the +100 Red Pen of Editing on just that snippet of email is soooooooo strong.
Uh huh. Also, elsewhere in the email, he opened a parenthetical comment and then didn't close it.
Oh, and no explanation for why he didn't show up for the meeting last night. Our scheduled meeting time is 5:15 or 5:30, since he teaches a class that ends at 5 and comes by my office whenever he gets back to the department. I waited until 5:45 and knocked on his office door several times. Then I sent him an email, and then I left. On my way out, I ran into another grad student and told him why I was there so late. Today, that grad student told me that he'd seen my advisor in the department last night after I left. So now I'm really confused.
Atropa - Nov 05, 2009 12:45:31 pm PST #29404 of 30000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Oh... the temptation to take out the +100 Red Pen of Editing on just that snippet of email is soooooooo strong.
Oh my, yes. Or the Croquet Mallet of Editorial Retribution, but that's just me.
sj - Nov 05, 2009 12:48:37 pm PST #29405 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I have no advice on kids and sleep since I don't have the former and I suck at the latter.
I am making Trader Joe's Pumpkin Bread, just because. I have never had it before, but it smells delicious.
Hil R. - Nov 05, 2009 12:48:44 pm PST #29406 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
And I tried to post my paper to arxiv, but it turns out that first-time posters need someone who's posted at least four papers in the past five years and at least three months ago to OK them before they're allowed to post. I checked every person in the math faculty at my university, and while just about everybody has posted some papers, there's only one who has posted enough in the right time frame to be an endorser, and he's on sabbatical.
Scrappy - Nov 05, 2009 12:48:54 pm PST #29407 of 30000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
My Dutch SiL grew up in a family of 7 kids who grew up in a small townhouse right on the harbor in The Hague. The 4 boys had one bedroom, the 3 girls the other, and the parents slept on a fold-out couch in the living room.