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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.
Ugh, I wish you were sleeping or not in pain, ita.
I have bee PTSD. I was calm, bee-blocked the cat that thought it'd be the bestest buzzy toy ever, captured it, took it outside to bee freedom. Success!
Then my sister texted me and I really need to turn the vibrate off of my phone for a bit.
That episode of Flashpoint was really intense.
Which one, ita?
Do you get ION? The first of the eps--the one that starts with the wedding.
I'm gonna try sleeping again too, once I make sure I have nothing at work important to do.
I honestly cannot figure out how to make Facebook read coherently. I can't seem to figure out how to filter through information, and everything goes too damn fast. Every time I try to go to the site (because that's where the people are, unfortunately), I end up navigating away with my anxiety levels through the roof.
Any hints on how to make the thing more user friendly?
I'm trying to decide what I want to do for my birthday this weekend. I'm still kind of sick, so not really up for visiting anywhere. There's so much traffic around here now from all the press and everything, and it'll get much worse on the weekend because of the football game, so I can't really ask anyone to come visit me. I've got a few friends around here that I could go out to dinner with, but I really don't know that many people well enough yet. (I think the only person I'd really feel comfortable asking is someone who I've known since grad school, and she recently got married and I don't know whether to invite her husband or not, since I don't really know him.)
Some little girls brought a wagon full of baked goods to sell to the reporters camped out outside Paterno's house. (I tried driving by there today, just to see what was happening, but the police had the street closed to all cars except local traffic. There's not much local traffic, since Paterno's house is the last one on a dead end street.)
Congrats, flea!
Congratulations, flea!
Do you get ION?
Yes, I saw that one last night. It was intense. It's a great show.
Congratulations, flea!
Flea, congrats! Both my grandfather and great-uncle taught there at various points in their lives. (Possibly both great-uncles, but Danny's the only one I'm certain of.)
[eta: Yup, Google says Billy taught at the College of Medicine, or at least was on staff there. My mom's family has pretty deep Cincy roots.
Also, remind me to never Google my great-uncle Billy again - this was the first hit. Yay science, but ewwwww.]