I think reiki was the practice disproved by the published study run by a preteen.

Seriously? That's kind of awesome. For the pre-teen, anyway.

The study I'm thinking of is the first cite here: [link]

If I could psychosoma myself into any migraine relief I don't really care. I'd take any placebo on the market if it worked. I have a pain issue, and since even when they shut off all the identified inputs it is better but not good I'm not at all picky about what makes up the difference.

But everyone who's tried to woo woo me? So wooey.

The grammar link led me to the saddest movie in the world article, I'm almost tempted to watch it and see if it saddens me--but I don't want extra sad right now. Not from Ricky Schroeder. Though, seriously, if I think too hard about Carry On My Wayward Son or the bit of Serenity after Wash dies or the cops in Avengers--I can get 0 to welling over in 20 seconds.

I'd be curious to know if there are any TV shows that can convey that sort of sadness shorthand. Like--150 seconds of sad. Or does it take a movie and its lack of accumulated canon to bring that on?

...I love that car ad with the chocolate lab. I will have forgotten it's a Subaru in fifteen minute, but the music makes me think of big fun dog or cute brown puppy every time.

she actually said, "Oh my god!" and rolled her eyes.

Ah ha ha! She is so your daughter! Crossing fingers that her surgery goes well.

I had stretch class three days in a row. Ouch! I am a bit worried I'll be sore tomorrow.

I am totally cry prone at the moment. I blame menstrual cycle. And you know, life. But I also have a crazy libido working at the moment, so I'm thinking mostly, cycle.

But you live in a pretty non-white (or nonwhite adjacent) rural enclave!

Yes! And yet? No acknowledgement from any authority that this is so! We're certainly not getting Diné holidays off.

Kat's kids make me want to make big clappy hands. ALMOST SIX.

Okay, this isn't as random as it might seem--Ride My Pony by Ginumwine sexy, or very sexy? I think they picked specific bass vibrations that hit the pelvis or something. They should study it. For science.

My sister's friend's friend is kicking my fucking Words With Friends ass. My stats which were bad because I abandoned everything as well as lost will never recover. I wish she'd at least play Scrabble where I have reflexes about the tile distribution and bonus placements. I had a paid WWF clients, and that seems to have evaporated, and now they're charging for weird things like knowing about the tiles left to play...

And, sadly, you still have a better chance of being the next Pope, or any Pope, than I do.

I read some novel about a secret female pope. Pope Joan, maybe?

the saddest movie in the world

Oh, little Ricky Schroeder is heartbreaking.

Sue, I hope the rest of the trip more than makes up for the sucky start.

Um, I'm sure when I get to Dublin and meet a hot Irish guy and breed, I will have a story to tell our grandchildren. But for now, I am back home.

I just got home. It's 4 AM. We were on the plane, at the end of the runway...It was snowing and the plane needed to deice again. Suddenly we're back at the gate.

So I get to try to the Hfx>Lon>Dub run again tomorrow.

It's starting to feel a little personal.

Also, US Airways won't let me change my return flight without a change fee, which is dickish of them in the extreme. Tomorrow I will assault them on the phone and twitter.

I assume we're talking about the Champ. I saw that in a drive in when I was weee, and I still can't even.

I should mention that I shared a cab home with a women travelling on business who paid for the whole cab ride. ($72!!!)