Strix: I'm assuming you had your name changed, but you left no crumbs back to the original identity, unless I'm missing something.
I was going to run 11 miles this morning (day off). Just don't want to. And I'm not gonna! I can't tell you how guilty this makes me feel.
I have personally excavated a human skull, buried by itself, with a square, probably perimortem hole in the middle of the forehead not unlike the hole that would be made if one drove a hand-made iron nail into the forehead of a recently-deceased person. (Context was 13th c. AD, Corinth, Greece.)
Do-it-yourself trepanning - not as successful as we'd hoped.
Ha, I figured out who Strix is . . . hint: check Beep Me.
I'm finding the sudden rash of cannibalism in quite disturbing. Why is this happening?
Ah; I saw the latest post, not the one before it.
Wow, I could not possibly be any less interested in doing work today. Hmmmm.
I tried to get my sister to submit content here: [link] but although it made her laugh, she has privacy concerns.
Feh! If they qualify, they're totally giving you permission.
Burrell, keep in mind, that as adults, your children will be interesting and have fantastic stories to tell of their parents' imperfections.
And for what it's worth, I can only really remember about 4 of my birthday parties as a child. I remember the good ones--the bad ones must have gone by the wayside.
I should be working instead of going through bout photos on Flickr. I have to leave for a tournament tomorrow and I can't find my white jersey. And I need new tights.
I tried to get my sister to submit content here
The menstrual groups of the 1840s must have been a big, big hit.
HUG ALL THE GOATS
You guys, this is almost better than the calming manatee.