Just call me the computer whisperer.

Willow ,'Lessons'


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.


Daisy Jane - Aug 16, 2010 2:40:20 pm PDT #28778 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Yep!


billytea - Aug 16, 2010 3:22:57 pm PDT #28779 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

This is where I'm at, too. I have theological as well as feminist issues with the Catholic Church, and the idea of losing salvation is one of my big theological issues. As in, you can't. That's what grace is about.

Sure you can, just blaspheme against the Holy Spirit (Mark 3:29). Well; and also foolishness (or at least forgetfulness), failing to develop your talents, failing to help out the hungry, the thirsty, strangers (quick callback to Hil's comments above), nekkid people, the sick and jailbirds (Matt 25).

Re the Mosque convo, fiverthirtyeight.com has a good, reasoned discussion about polling on the issue: [link] One interesting discovery, the best polling on the issue might be from Fox News, who separated the two questions of whether one approved and whether one thought they had the right.


smonster - Aug 16, 2010 3:25:17 pm PDT #28780 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

amyth, I'm glad C and J have your back, and you theirs.

I love us, too.

I aspire to simplicity, but then I go to buy a new comforter and end up spending $140 on stuff that isn't a comforter. For example. My grandma's bargain hunter gene runs strong in me. And if I find a bargain that's got recycled content or made locally or just really, really, cute - I frequently melt. ::sigh:: Plus I've got packrats on both sides. Gonna be a lifelong journey, for sure.


Typo Boy - Aug 16, 2010 3:45:20 pm PDT #28781 of 30000
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.

Managed to spill a cup of vigorously boiling water on my hand. Got in under cold running water pretty quickly, then bathed in bowl of cold water. Been out of the cold water for ten minutes, sore but not blistering or even very red. So I can stop worrying? Or keep a close eye out for blistering for a while?


amyth - Aug 16, 2010 3:57:14 pm PDT #28782 of 30000
And none of us deserving the cruelty or the grace -- Leonard Cohen

You can probably stop worrying. I spilled a scalding hot cup of coffee on my lap last weekend, and even though I got my pants off pretty quickly, and tried to get cold water on it ASAP, it was obvious right away that I had a nasty burn over most of my right thigh. It's been over a week, and...well let's just say the healing process is gross and I get what all the fuss was about over that McDonald's coffee thing. There is serious blistering. And seepage. And I lost a layer of skin pretty much immediately. You would know pretty quickly, I think.


Typo Boy - Aug 16, 2010 4:07:22 pm PDT #28783 of 30000
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.

Amyth, I'm really sorry that happened to you. Yeah still have a scar on my stomach from spilling hot soup years ago. I think the difference is fabric. Fabric soaked with boiling liquid exposes you in a worse fashion. And it takes time to get it off and that means longer exposure. Have you been to the doctors? I finally got stomach burn cured with silver sulfa to fight the infection. Given the symptoms you probably need anti-biotic.


Topic!Cindy - Aug 16, 2010 4:11:38 pm PDT #28784 of 30000
What is even happening?

This is where I'm at, too. I have theological as well as feminist issues with the Catholic Church, and the idea of losing salvation is one of my big theological issues. As in, you can't. That's what grace is about.

Wrod. Grace, by definition, is UNDESERVED.

Sure you can, just blaspheme against the Holy Spirit (Mark 3:29). Well; and also foolishness (or at least forgetfulness), failing to develop your talents, failing to help out the hungry, the thirsty, strangers (quick callback to Hil's comments above), nekkid people, the sick and jailbirds (Matt 25).

Blasphemy of the Holy Spirit is a hotly contested subject. Some (rationally) propose that it isn't possible while Christ isn't visibly present on Earth, because he was God in the flesh, doing the Father's work by power of the Spirit, during that whole incident/caution. It's something that has freaked me out from time to time (particularly once, and here, when I ragged on a Chick tract in an overly emphatic way that called into question Chick's inspiration [implying it was diabolical]).

Failing to develop talents or help the needy is something Christ condemned in the Gospels, but it's also still addressable (it can be repented of and atoned for) and therefore wouldn't mean the death sentence for one's soul.


Ginger - Aug 16, 2010 4:15:59 pm PDT #28785 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

When I spilled boiling water on my foot some years ago, I discovered the magic of moist burn pads [link] while I was randomly buying anything that might help the screaming pain in my foot. Now I wouldn't be without them. They reduce the pain and probably halve the healing time.


brenda m - Aug 16, 2010 4:18:32 pm PDT #28786 of 30000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

In a pinch, a baking soda paste will help the pain. But you have to refresh it when it gets warm.


amyth - Aug 16, 2010 4:19:32 pm PDT #28787 of 30000
And none of us deserving the cruelty or the grace -- Leonard Cohen

I didn't go to the doctor, though I probably should have. But between my friends having a baby last week, me having a seizure last Friday, discovering that my brother has a lesion on his brain on Monday, and falling headlong into my two busiest weeks of work of the year, I just let it go. Given my transportation issues, I wasn't even bandaging it the first day or so, so my boss went out on her lunch hour last Monday, and bought me giant gauze and tape, because she decided that I was ridiculous. I've been cleaning it and putting Neosporin on it regularly, and changing the bandages, and it seems to be healing in spite of me. But it's damn gross.

And it's definitely affecting my concentration, at home and at work, at a time when I can least afford it. Hence petty arguments on Facebook when my to-do list is a mile long!

But I'm glad that you weren't hurt as badly this time!