About 75 pages of the edit done. I'm going to have some healthy salad (potluck at work today), do up as many more pages as I can while I finish it, and make the call. Then the dread resume. Onerosity ahoy.
Yay for April 18! That's fantastic news.
ION, according to the Geek Zodiac I am a spy. Lame, lame, lame. The only sadder thing would have been astronaut. I could just cry over not being a time-traveler.
eta: ITA with Fred Pete. I've sub-Q'd a couple of my dad's cats from time to time. Usually a cat that needs it isn't feeling that great already, so sometimes it's not much of a struggle at all - they're feeling crummy already, they just want to sit still and be cuddled. And it never seemed to hurt them, as long as I went for the thick loose skin at the back of the neck (also, getting the fluids definitely made them feel better, so once they worked out that JZ+bag+needle=I feel like a proper CAT again, they were pretty cooperative).
You were a time traveler, but it turned out you were just too awesome to exist, so you went back in time and made sure you were a spy instead.
If there's any good news, sub-Q fluid is not that onerous if the cat is reasonably cooperative, especially if someone's available to hold the cat.
Pete will be holding the cat, as I am the one who has NO needle squick. And Tzepesh is the most mellow cat on earth, so I figure he won't cause me too much trouble. All the tutorials I've looked at online seem pretty straightforward, thank goodness.
I'm a time-traveler, JZ, and I hate it! Let's trade!
and they took a stock photo of a plate of ribs and photoshopped the bones out.
I'm sorry some people feel their world is all askew, but that's really funny.
I frequently flip through this magazine and look at the pictures and think, "Hey, that looks good, maybe I'll try making it." I remember seeing that picture, though, and thinking, "Wow, that looks really weird and kind of icky." Now that I look at it again, I can see that it's because there are weird blurry lines through it where the bones used to be. It doesn't look like meat anymore, but it doesn't look like seitan, either.
I'm supposedly a superhero, which calls the veracity of whole thing into question. Can't the internet be trusted anymore?
Deal, Tom. You look a lot more dashing in a tux than I do, and I look better in period corsetry than you, so it's a total win all around.
Dang, I want msbelle to do our taxes this year. We'z gonna owe a bit.
Today's onerosity: taxes, installing a new dryer (which was a FAIL!), and grading. Plus grading. And grading.
I am freaking out over next week. Spring break for my kids, but I'm still teaching. Sister and her family coming on Tuesday. Oh, and Easter! eek!
I'm Godzilla, apparently.
