Jayne ,'Jaynestown'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months.
Sad as Jobs' death is, I keep coming back to this. My dad and my grandmother both died of this kind of pancreatic cancer, the evil fucking killer kind. When I heard Jobs had the other kind, I was dumbfounded. All those extra years of life, what a blessing. And he made good use of those years, ya know?
And Suzi, that is just... grrrr!
Tom Quinn is a terrible spy. Very unsuited to being a spy.
I'm also not totally in love with TJ's shelf stable pilaf.
Tom Quinn is a terrible spy. Very unsuited to being a spy.
Oh, that made me laugh out loud. Because it's true, and I haven't thought about Tom Quinn in years. Which reminds me that I stopped watching that show about half way through season 5, and now it's in season 10, and I just don't know if I can handle it. It constantly ripped out my heart, stomped on it, shoved it back in, and then... again.
NPR did a nice piece on Jobs.
First woodstove fire of the season, yay! I brought all the plants in. Snow in the mountains expected, and it may get down to 6500 feet ( we're at 6010).
It constantly ripped out my heart, stomped on it, shoved it back in, and then... again
Ah, Netflix. Allows me to relive the rollercoaster.
Have you kept up? Can you get through series 9 on Netflix?
we're at 6010
Wow, we're only at 4600 feet, but we're at the foot of a mountain that's 11,749 feet. 7000 feet doesn't really look like that much when you're looking up the street at it, though it is a very impressive hunk of granite.
Have you kept up? Can you get through series 9 on Netflix?
I haven't. But it looks like everything thru 9 is on Instant, so I can catch up!
Arrgg. Can't sleep. After tossing and turning for a while, I organized a corner of my room. Old CDs and empty cases are now cleaned up. I want to sleep but I kinda want to tackle a couple of other piles of junk.
Sad about Steve Jobs and the ending of that era.
My daughter woke me at 5:30 with, "I need to play with my trains. Come on, Mommy." So, we played with trains. Who's in charge, again? I always forget.
My nephew broke his collar bone yesterday, so for the next six weeks he cannot play music or play frisbee. That is pretty much is whole college experience right there, so he is really bummed. Technically, he's a math major, but one doesn't really go to East Tennessee State for the math, one goes for the Bluegrass.