I can handle the Oz Full Monty. I mean, not 'handle' handle.

Xander ,'Help'


Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.  

[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.


Fred Pete - Apr 22, 2010 5:54:34 am PDT #16841 of 30000
Ann, that's a ferret.

All sympathies, Shir. Also, apologies for taking so long, but I wasn't around yesterday.

Yay for smonster's doggie!

Actually, yesterday I took Max to the specialist for an ultrasound. He charmed everyone (as is his habit). The specialist found no mass except a prominent lymph node (which is pretty common with infections), but every lobe of both lungs is badly congested. As in, something has been going on with his respiratory system for a long time. Probably pneumonia, possibly asthma, less possibly some other kind of infection (or virus or bacteria), and cancer isn't completely out of the question. (Dr. Specialist listed all of those possibilities. She isn't one to minimize concerns.)

For now, we're treating for pneumonia/infection. Continuing antibiotics, steam treatments (which means when we shower, Max is in the room and the door is closed). We're able to coax him into eating some dry food, which is odd because he's always preferred moist. And he seems to be perking up a little bit.


Hil R. - Apr 22, 2010 5:57:38 am PDT #16842 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

I just emailed my advisor to cancel our meeting today. I know that he'll hold it against me, but right now, I can barely walk, even with crutches.


Steph L. - Apr 22, 2010 6:05:47 am PDT #16843 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

It's Mr. Boddy who was murdered, or has Colonel Mustard become a serial killer.

Colonel Mustard is a bastard, always with the killin'.


Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Apr 22, 2010 6:13:22 am PDT #16844 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"

Conservatory, n. Perfectly sensible British word for an addition to a house that every good middle-class English family (and also the occasional Irish-Israeli gay couple) wants to have just off their kitchen.


Connie Neil - Apr 22, 2010 6:53:03 am PDT #16845 of 30000
brillig

Snow. There is snow on the ground outside the office. Sigh.


Shir - Apr 22, 2010 7:16:21 am PDT #16846 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".

Seska, I missed the house pics. What? Where?

Also, what I really wanted to post before and couldn't coz I was in public space, but: GRRRRR!

In more human speech, meh, it's really all about timing, is it?

I was sitting with my French study meeting, conjugating verbs in 6 tenses like nobody's business, when a student entered the room. A cute student. He asked if we can fill a questionnaire for his doctorate research. I was the only one who could answer it (native tongue had to be Hebrew. Which reminds me, next time I'm having a foreign language study meeting? To make sure I'm not the only one who thinks in Hebrew, so they'll be able to understand me faster. Jesus. You really do think different when you use another language). And when I saw the form, and he asked me if the questions seemed familiar in any way (because if so, I can't answer it), and I saw they were based on Kahneman & Tversky research. So I couldn't help him with answering his questionnaire, but... we kindda continued talking. Because his eyes, dammit, his eyes... I could have drowned in his eyes. I should have drowned in his eyes. And when it starched to over 5 minute of flirting/talking, I felt it's too much (because it was, after all, a study group. It wasn't very ethical of me to start flirting above their heads as is), I kind of ended the conversation there (well, it lasted another minute or two, because every time something new came up).

I should have said "screw it" and go after him. Continue the flirt. I tried searching for him later, but no good came out of it.

So, GRRRRRR. Cute guy, similar interests (in the broad sense of the word. He is, after all, a doctoral student of psychology - sociology's arch-nemesis), amazing eyes, falls on me from heaven, and I ended the conversation due to courtesy. *headdesk*

ION: my first field work, first meeting, was set to 29.4. And my informant just suggest "hey, I think you should come here for 2-3 days, if you'd like". Am I having the world's most laid-back guy as an informant, or what?


Daisy Jane - Apr 22, 2010 7:24:43 am PDT #16847 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

So...my cousin is having her skin cancer surgery today and I am freaking out. I don't know why. It's not dangerous surgery, and I really do think everything is going to turn out to be fine. And yet? Everytime I think about it, I feel like I'm about to cry.


lisah - Apr 22, 2010 7:28:00 am PDT #16848 of 30000
Punishingly Intricate

DJ, I so totally know what you mean. The whole thing is scary, even if the surgery isn't particularly dangerous. Take care of yourself and just feel what you need to feel.


Nora Deirdre - Apr 22, 2010 7:28:37 am PDT #16849 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

{{Daisy}} I'm sorry. Sending good vibes for successful surgery. With excellent results quickly, so everyone can breathe a sigh of relief!


Daisy Jane - Apr 22, 2010 7:32:23 am PDT #16850 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Thank you. I think that I've been trying to be aware of it, but not really think about it, and today I have to think about it, so my brain is just now dealing with all the implications.