I know how unfun nonlucid moms are, Jilli.
So...despite everyone's worst fears (I wasn't the only sick looking person wandering around the parking garage) it looks like we've mostly recovered. Remains to be seen how the hardware holds up and stuff that was happening when the power cut off for the halon to blow, but...We recovered. In record time. HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
(Though a big enough mess left that I've been working on getting the archive ingest and delivery system up for the past 3 hours.)
what my sister calls implied bestiality,
No, he's just going to give the horse a friendly, non-sexual kiss.
It really looked like a camel!
Glad for stability, Jilli, and I hope for much more improvement soon.
Congrats on the quick recovery, sarameg, that's amazing!
Funny how I find the guys wearing just shirts more risque than the completely naked guys. I don't know what to think about the horse.
I think what I think of tramp-stamp guy with horse is... yeah. Just. Huh. Yeah.
But then I'm almost equally confused by the commenters who are all "they're way too beefy." Hello, rugby? Have you met it?
Continued ~ma for the mother of Reason
Lots of ~ma for Jilli's mom.
Mmm, rugby. Mmmm.
Hey, hivemind, anybody got a link to that supertasty spaghetti sauce that's go massive amounts of butter or whatever?
One can San Marzanno tomatoes, one onion halved, four tablespoons butter. Simmer forty-five minutes. Discard onion halves.
By which I mean, no, I don't have a link but I know the recipe.