Virtual Needle Helps Identify Veins, Reduces Needle Misfires
Murk: But you're a God! The Sacred Glorificus! Glory: I'm a God in exile. Far from the Hellfires of Home and sharing my body with an enemy that stabs my boys in their fleshy little stomachs!
'Dirty Girls'
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.
tommyrot - May 25, 2012 8:41:44 am PDT #6708 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
§ ita § - May 25, 2012 8:47:02 am PDT #6709 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
increased the first-time success of needle punctures
If it doesn't address blowing or rolling, still not the device I need. ::continues with port::
Laura - May 25, 2012 8:49:34 am PDT #6710 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
I never played drinking games or truth-telling games, not even when I was at the hard-partying, all-but-orgy-having radio station in college. I'm thinking we didn't bother with excuses to get drunk, and we were too busy racking up interesting achievements to be tossing them out in games.
This is almost exactly me. Still not remotely interested in ever doing the drinking/truth-telling games. Can't see any upside.
I stayed home today. Let me express my appreciation for the entertaining Friday. I didn't really want to work anyway.
What are the weekend plans?
sj - May 25, 2012 8:50:37 am PDT #6711 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
What are the weekend plans?
I'm finally going to see The Avengers.
§ ita § - May 25, 2012 8:50:56 am PDT #6712 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Okay, it's not quite George Foreman, but the Christopher sitting over the cube wall from me has a sibling Christine, and I think Kristen.
There are three of them, anyway, and all are called "Chris".
Why do that to us? Don't you have a social contract not to confuse everyone? Also, two of them work here, so extra kerfuzzling.
le nubian - May 25, 2012 8:55:56 am PDT #6713 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."
tommyrot - May 25, 2012 8:56:37 am PDT #6714 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
What are the weekend plans?
Going to Madison to hang out with siblings and organize thousands of family photos going back to 1961 and earlier. I'll be scanning a bunch of them too.
Jessica - May 25, 2012 9:02:02 am PDT #6715 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Wedding in Chicago! (Sorry Chicagoistas, I'm in town for about 36 hours, no time to visit. I may try to squeeze in The Avengers instead of eating lunch.)
Atropa - May 25, 2012 9:02:52 am PDT #6716 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
From way back, before the anipals and sexual deviancy conversation:
Hold on. So we as a collective have a service to decorate AND intimidate neighbors? Damn. I'm missing out.
YES! It's one of the perks of having me as a houseguest. Are your neighbors being inconsiderate twerps? Send the wacky Goth lady to talk to them! It confuses them into good behavior for a while.
I never understood why people chose dare. You could always just lie if you chose truth, whereas dare you needed to perform.
Hey, Sophia is me! But my crowd tended to play strip Trivial Pursuit. Pro tip: if one of the people playing has drunk less than everyone else, read odd books, AND wore lots of gothy layers, the chances of getting them down to their underwear are pretty low.
Burrell - May 25, 2012 9:16:22 am PDT #6717 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
I am in AWE of this morning's conversation. Fur babies, sex with doorknobs, sex with siblings....
I remember Sambo's! And I distinctly remember looking at the decor and boggling and pointing out to my parents how horribly racist it was, and my mother concurring. And my grandmother being all "but... pancakes!"