I don't have anything growing that I'd fertilise, and I don't have anywhere to put a colony, really. If there was apartment building-level composting I'd cheerfully sort and dispose appropriately, because I am more grossed out by the idea of stuff rotting in my garbage bin than of worms eating it. The moth infestation that squicked the living shit out of me--THEY WERE IN MY FOOD. As long as I'm not competing for resources, I'm a lot less delicate.
I wonder if braids would feel too heavy and cornrows to distracting
I don't think cornrows would be distracting. I mean, any more than having hair is.
I call him Charles Bullfrog Mingus.
OMG, you *have* to tell the Bloggess.
Awesome!
Why do I think it might not make it to your brother?
Why do I think it might not make it to your brother?
I really want to keep it, but I'm going to give it to him. And I'll casually mention, based on his reaction, that I will be happy to give it a home if he thinks it's horrifying.
But he won't. I mean, this is him: [link] If you put overalls on the bullfrog, they'd be indistinguishable.
How is his brewery coming, Teppy?
Interesting re the recent badminton scandal in the Olympics. During the rings competition in gymnastics tonight, they were just idly talking about one of the competitors (
the gold medal winner
) having done a downgraded routine in the semis because the top ranked finisher goes first in the finals which is considered a disadvantage. It's not
that
different, though at least he didn't ham it up the way the badminton teams apparently did.
I'm going to give it to him.
You are stronger than I would be.
Has this been posted here? [link] I skimmed through the whole hotdog portion of the day so I may have missed something.
Doesn't sports just look like being excited about people trying really hard to excel at something? Does it have to be "gotten" any more than that?
I have this on my wall at work: [link]
