That dog costume thing has me giggling out loud. I'm 12.
Natter 70: Hookers and Blow
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.
Did you at least get some kind of immediate treatment today?
An injection of triptans and a drinkable anti-inflammatory in precisely the flavour of mint that's worst for my migraine. No improvement.
I'm not supposed to go to the ER before he gets back to me, and there's no reason to think they'll treat me, but good god--how can it be possible that none of the people with power to help me have the inclination? If I go to a hospital where my specialists don't have privilege, I clearly won't get my meds. If I go to the other UCLA hospital it's either the same people or it looks like I'm shopping and it might be held against me.
It's all incredibly stupid, and the longer this goes, the less likely Tuesday at work looks.
I've made pumpkin bread pudding, it's great. And yeah, you basically mix the canned pumpkin (and pumpkin-related spices like cinnamon, nutmeg, allspice, and cloves) into the custard (eggs, milk, sugar), and then pour it over the bread. Let it sit for a while so the bread soaks it all up, and bake. NOM.
Wait Wait... Don't Tell Me is moving their blog to Tumblr. If this is what finally gets me on Tumblr, I think I'm officially an old.
That is hilarious, shrift!
Except Sandwich Mondays! Sandwich Mondays are still on npr.org, right??
Edit: Yes, thank goodness. [link]
At 1pm I said, let's put it in press. At 4pm I said, did you put it in press? At 4:30pm I say, fuck it. If they didn't do it, it ain't my fault. I invoke the spirit of Honey Badger. I'm gonna take a nap before the debate.
At 1pm I said, let's put it in press. At 4pm I said, did you put it in press? At 4:30pm I say, fuck it. If they didn't do it, it ain't my fault.
You really DO work here.
Scary, isn't it?
I'd be vastly more entertained if you actually did work here.