I can't believe the quickness to chuck Superman. Guy can vibrate his tongue, cock or finger at variable speeds ranging from dosey-do to near light-speed.

Plus, reporter! He writes. Nice guy. Ripped. No back hair. And can kill Batman or Wolverine with his eyes should he so desire.

Guy can vibrate his tongue, cock or finger at variable speeds ranging from dosey-do to near light-speed.

Yeah, but can he make you laugh?

Damn, I want one of those tent cabins. I'm staying in a hotel for my summer festival, because camping last year was so tricky. (When you can't get up off the tent floor without help, and it's freakishly cold at night, and the only place to charge your wheelchair battery is a mile away, you start to get cranky.)

Guy can vibrate his tongue, cock or finger at variable speeds ranging from dosey-do to near light-speed.

Yeah, but can he make you laugh?

As ticklish as I am?

So completely inconvenient for everyone, but gets me seen the quickest if I go in after 2 or 3.

Ugh. This is the truth of urgent care too. I often go in at 2 or 3 when I feel like I have to go and the doctor always asks me, "What made you come in at this hour?"

My response: "It'll still take you over an hour, but at least it won't take you over 4 of them."

I am so glad I have only been to the emergency room twice in my life-- once for a really bad reaction to penicillin when I was 6 and once for horrible horrible stomach pains when I was in college that I know think are related to IBS.

I know I am all "kittens, kittens, kittens" but I tell you the internet contradicts the vets who contradict each other. There seem to be 2 schools of thought about kittens who test positive when young. 1 vet and some websites say that kittens under 4 months who test positive are most likely showing the antibodies from their mothers and will be negative in a few months. The other school of thought is that kittens are weaker than adults, and will die within a couple of months. WTF?

Amy Sohn's Prospect Park West, got optioned by Sarah Jessica Parker's production company.

Wow. That is some seriously bad writing.

[eta: And for once, I actually recommend reading the comments.]

Good luck finding not-craxy info, Sophie!

My sinuses are doing weirdly bad things that they haven't done in ages and ages. I'm really hoping the crazy sneezing fit I had last night wasn't the harbinger of something that's going to knock me flat. I'm a whole 2 weeks past vacation! I've left the post-vacay-immune-system-collapse window!

I've been to the ER many times - obviously.

My favorite (and this IS a funny story) was after I wrecked my car in 1989 and head-butted the steering column; I broke my nose, and looked like WC Fields.

Mom drove me to the ER. It was about 10pm when we got there, the place was deserted. TOTALLY. No other patients...and no staff.

We waited until about 1:30 until I was admitted. Yes - 3.5 hours. Slowly dripping blood, quite irked, a little sore (shock still had me "mostly numb") and sleepy (that was the scary part for nurse-Mom: did I have a concussion?)

(the answer, I discovered LAST YEAR (!!!) was that I did have a concussion - minor)

Eventually, a doctor shows up, I get whisked away, checked over, X-rayed, and told "Not much we can do here. Your nose will heal just fine - it's not misaligned". (My mom, to this day, disagrees. Moms.)

I asked, "Can you make it stop bleeding?"

He looked at me. "Well, you can lie here on this table, and we can put your head above your heart, and you can tilt your head back. It'll stop. OR, I can apply direct pressure."

I rapidly and loudly chose the first option, to his very obvious amusement.

Hrmph. Moms and doctors.