Pix, that's awful. I'm sorry.
{{{smonster}}} I hate that you have to deal with so many panic attacks.
'Hell Bound'
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Pix, that's awful. I'm sorry.
{{{smonster}}} I hate that you have to deal with so many panic attacks.
Could there be a partnership with a MFA acting program? So, dual education to get Shakespeare performance? Tag team? Wondertwin Powers, Activate! Maybe CalArts? Or UCI? Does UCLA have a good acting program? Is it a full on production (lights, sound, costumes, scenary?)
Just trying to find the opening window with the closing door.
That really sucks, Kristin. And seems counterproductive, if the school markets itself as offering something special.
Actually, it could be quite beneficial for the girls. It could expose them to a local university, and help them with the enrollment process.
Maybe contact some corporation in need of reputation enhancement and point out that sponsoring stuff for kids looks good? Might as well get some use out of callous PR opportunities.
bonny, those photos are delightful!
Panic attacks suck. Dana, I agree that you should take that episode seriously. Even if it's "just" a panic attack, those can really affect your quality of life and are not to be dismissed.
Actually, it could be quite beneficial for the girls.
This strikes me as troll logic.
Hec, I think he meant UCLA "partnership", not the budget cuts themselves.
Ugh Pix, I hope someone steps up with the funds. I do like the suggestion of partnering up with a local uni.
So back from the vet. Our cat most likely has a kidney infection. Poor kitty.
Boo to kitty UTIs! And fingers crossed that funding will still come through for the Archer girls. Isn't that supposed to be an advantage to private schools: having the $$$ to do cool enrichment things? Sheesh.
eta: I still have leftover kitty muscle relaxers from Malachi's last episode of urinary misery. Him lurching around like a drunken sailor on land was the only bright spot of that vet excursion.