I has a great skate this morning, but am now at work. I will have to be here all weekend because I have to create an entire Affirmative Action Plan by Monday. Did I mention that this job was given to me YESTERDAY MORNING? It involves zillions of charts and statistics and is not fun.
Gunn: The final score can't be rigged. I don't care how many players you grease, that last shot always comes up a question mark. But here's the thing. You never know when you're taking it. It could be when you're duking it out with the Legion of Doom, or just crossing the street deciding where to have brunch. So you just treat it like it was up to you—the world in balance—'cause you never know when it is.
'Underneath'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Scrappy - Dec 10, 2011 9:10:58 am PST #3988 of 30001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
erikaj - Dec 10, 2011 9:12:38 am PST #3989 of 30001
Always Anti-fascist!
The chair tipped, but the belt held me in. So I have a huge chafe mark around my waist from that, but I did not go down. Which is good, but it would have been better not to be held to my chair by my shoulders and upper back for, like, six hours. But I didn't know that was what happened and kept trying to move the chair.Which was upended, so the wheels did not make contact, obviously. When it tipped, I thought something broke. Besides my spirits. But, two days out, I don't hurt as much as I expected and that morning I was being a bitch(although I didn't need such a LONG and agonizing lesson about it, I had a *little something* coming. Just not that much. Damn.) A few years ago, I developed a sulfa allergy too.Which is too bad as they used to work really well on me, and, hives, OMG!
WindSparrow - Dec 10, 2011 9:31:12 am PST #3990 of 30001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
The thing with my eyes this summer might be sulfa allergy, said the doc who prescribed the second round of stuff I reacted to.
And erika, I'm glad you weren't hurt worse. It sucks you were stuck for so long, though.
lisah - Dec 10, 2011 9:34:10 am PST #3991 of 30001
Punishingly Intricate
dag! erika! glad you are okay.
sumi - Dec 10, 2011 9:40:27 am PST #3992 of 30001
Art Crawl!!!
erika - omg. Glad you're okay. Let's stay safe in our houses.
Anne W. - Dec 10, 2011 9:43:10 am PST #3993 of 30001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Gah. I'm glad to hear things weren't worse, erika. That's super, super scary.
Scrappy - Dec 10, 2011 9:45:57 am PST #3994 of 30001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Yikes, Erika. Glad the aftereffects are not too horrible. Not to be crass, but this incident sounds like something you might be able to use for a future story or book.
WindSparrow - Dec 10, 2011 9:54:41 am PST #3995 of 30001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Lots of ~ma and warm thoughts for Matt and his family.
Zenkitty - Dec 10, 2011 10:12:34 am PST #3996 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Yikes, erika! Really glad you're safe, and sorry you had to go through that.
Hil R. - Dec 10, 2011 10:35:50 am PST #3997 of 30001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
I went and explored Victorian Christmas. I listened to someone playing an antique piano, and I wandered a craft fair (which was all junk), and I talked to some Civil War reenactors who seemed to be reenacting a time when the soldiers camped out and cooked over an open fire, and I said hi to the Ghost of Christmas Present (I think -- whichever one is the one with the green cape with the fur) and someone who I think was Mrs. Fezziwig, but might have been Mrs. Cratchet.