The tattoo took about six months, all told. The initial dotted outline was one night.
A ghost? What's the deal? Is every frat on this campus haunted? And if so, why do people keep coming to these parties, cause it's not the snacks.
Xander ,'Dirty Girls'
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.
P.M. Marc - Apr 25, 2009 12:40:11 pm PDT #7920 of 30000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Trudy Booth - Apr 25, 2009 12:50:02 pm PDT #7921 of 30000
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
My bad. You really do have a wuss pain tolerance then.
Steph L. - Apr 25, 2009 12:51:44 pm PDT #7922 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Okay, I want to share something really lovely. Might be allergy-inducing.
My great-uncle died Thursday (I don't need hugs at all -- it wasn't unexpected; he was 94 and had been in poor health for a few years). The funeral was today, and I couldn't go because of reunion (which was fine). My mom went, though, and here's the story she told me:
My great-uncle was a WWII veteran (he was in the landing at Normandy, actually; apparently Day 2 rather than Day 1, and in some ways I think Day 2 must have been even *worse* -- imagine being 18, 19 years old and seeing all that carnage) and a Korean War veteran. The nursing home he was in was just for veterans.
He died around midnight, and his family was waiting for the coroner to show up to transport the body. When his daughter went out in the hall -- this was maybe 2 a.m. -- there was a little old guy in a wheelchair, kind of rolling up and down, like pacing, but in a wheelchair.
Daughter asked him if he needed help back to his room, and he said no, he was the escort.
When the coroner finally arrived, and was ready to take the body out, there was a bunch of veterans, who were all wearing their uniforms, ready to escort my great-uncle out.
(I'm all teary again, typing this.)
So at 3 a.m., they escorted him out to the parking lot and played "Taps" for him.
His daughter said that that, right there, was all the funeral she could have asked for.
That's the most beautiful thing I've heard in a long time.
Laura - Apr 25, 2009 12:55:41 pm PDT #7923 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
That is lovely, Steph. I'm glad that these veterans have each other to pay their respects properly.
WindSparrow - Apr 25, 2009 1:02:38 pm PDT #7924 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Oh Gosh, Teppy, yeah... I'm tearing up too.
Askye, I have some thoughts about your cat's tummy troubles. Insent.
javachik - Apr 25, 2009 1:15:12 pm PDT #7925 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Very nice, Tep.
askye - Apr 25, 2009 1:22:01 pm PDT #7926 of 30000
Thrive to spite them
Steph that sounds lovely and it brought tears to my eyes. Such a wonderful gesture.
Thanks for the advice about Dean. I may try a second opinion but I'm not sure who to go see, I really like my vet and I'm not sure about who to trust for a second opinion, but I may ask around at work.
askye - Apr 25, 2009 1:27:31 pm PDT #7927 of 30000
Thrive to spite them
Nevermind, I got the email thanks
Nora Deirdre - Apr 25, 2009 1:31:04 pm PDT #7928 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
All right, I have pounded out the five pages I told myself I would do today. Hopefully now that I've gotten warmed up I will be doubly productive tomorrow.
Hil R. - Apr 25, 2009 1:42:17 pm PDT #7929 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
That's lovely, Steph.
Math conference is over for today. Day 2 tomorrow. My talk went OK -- nothing remarkably good or bad, really.