Am I the only person petty enough to wish he'd just gone out, hauled ass across the rink, landed a quad, and skated off?
Not the only person.
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Am I the only person petty enough to wish he'd just gone out, hauled ass across the rink, landed a quad, and skated off?
Not the only person.
In retrospect, perhaps I just resented the cows because I had to do chores every day starting at age 7-ish.
Also, some cabbage is smarter than cows.
Since my father and grandfather spent their careers in meat packing and my great-grandfather was a butcher, I never had any illusions about where meat came from. I am glad it's easier to get cage-free eggs.
I am glad it's easier to get cage-free eggs.
A lot of the animal-friendly claims on egg cartons aren't actually regulated in the US. [link]
Evan Lysacek's exhibition skate was beautiful.
::impatiently waiting for 8 PT to come::
I think he had a classmate whose father died.
I suspected it was something like this when you first mentioned it.
We went out to the local dive and I got a damn fine burger. Easier than killing and butchering a cow myself, especially at this time of night.
And you know how sometimes you're hungry for something specific, and you get it, and it's just the best damn thing in the world? This burger was that. So. Fucking. GOOD.
I also had a salad, so I cheerfully killed across the spectrum of animals and plants.
Steph! I have a photo for you. Gimme a sec to upload it.
I think he had a classmate whose father died.
I suspected it was something like this when you first mentioned it.
Ah, that's a whole 'nother level of scary for him.
There was an episode of Little House on the Prairie where a baby died. I freaked the fuck out. I didn't know a baby could die.
Wikipedia tells me I was four and my sister about seven months old. I do not envy my mother that one. I'm tearing up a little thinking about it, actually. No doubt the birth of my niece yesterday is part of my getting upset, but I remember that freak out pretty vividly.
Parenting. Not for the weak.
Virtue and Moir are fun.
For Steph: [link] This is a wall in Burbank, across from the theater and the Buffalo Wing place.