I have 787 posts to meara. This is what I did with my Saturday: caught up on B.org. Not that that's a bad thing. I've been so stressed out by work this week, I needed a day to do Nothing.
Let's start with sloths and poo.
Even if they defecate only once a week, why climb all the way down to the ground for it? Why not just let gravity do the work?
I think it's because if they let go from a branch, the droppings would make noise as it dropped through the leaves and branches onto the ground, and noise alerts predators to your yummy presence. I recall reading an article somewhere - NatGeo or Smithsonian, probably - that sloths only "go" when it's raining, also to cover the noise. Maybe that was a particular species of sloth. As I remember it, the sloths' handlers were going nuts trying to understand why the sloths wouldn't go, and they discovered the secret by accident one day when the sloths were clinging to a clothesline and the humans were bathing them with hoses.
My next WiFi name will be StopThrowingTrashInMyYard or perhaps TurnDownYourDamnCarStereoYouGhettoWannabe
Two of the worst decisions with the most far-reaching impacts were: (1) defining political contributions with free speech; (2) treating corporations as if they had individual rights.
This is the scariest thing I've heard all year. If these poeple have their way, pretty soon this country will be made up of soulless corporations, the soulless humans who run and profit boundlessly from them, and the despairing slave-drones who work for them, and nothing else.
New Zealand, you say? Eh, I'm over 45; no country's gonna want me. I guess I'm going down with this ship.
Well, the silver lining to those 2 things are that now Dems don't have to kiss Lieberman's ass (though god knows they'll probably continue to do so), and -- because of the campaign funding clusterfuck -- I never have to donate to a political campaign again. Ever. Because what's the fucking point?
Silver's a bit tarished, but it's all the silver we've got.
And when my grandma did it, she would whack me with the brush for crying when it hurt!
Oh, wow, Sophia, we had the same grandma!
Cashmere, I admire the hell out of you for just being straightforward with her like that.
Me, too, and also for not holding her head in a blender.
Connie, I love that story about your college friend lopping off her too-long hair. Empowerment in action.
Sometimes I bring a back-up book.
That's the only thing I use my Kindle for.
(Note to self: Occasionally move things when you clean.)
If you can't see it or smell it, it isn't there. (That? That right there is why I hire a cleaning service.)
AND I look like crap.
I have noticed that when beautiful women say they look like crap? They don't.