Hey, so long as it isn't a damp cocktail napkin.
Dawn ,'Never Leave Me'
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
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.
And who volunteers for suicide in front of their friends and family?
Jesse, the notice in the paper was beautiful. Peace to your family.
Corn Flakes: I hit my tolerance point this morning when a Facebook 'friend' I only know from gameplaying posted one of those "Like This Post and God Will Bless You" posts that got on my last nerve.
I commented "God is not a gumball machine. He will bless you regardless of what you do on Facebook." Which, really, is much less harsh than I could have been, especially when you realize I'm an agnostic with severe reservations about public piety.
However... I didn't know until told that the woman posting was up late fretting about an oncology report, so now I feel like more of a jerk than normal.
Fortified with a lovely portobello sandwich, I am going bra shopping, gawdhelp me.
I have tea. And I made hash browns, eggs, and toast.
And I'm wishing it could be 75 degrees all day long.
Woke up with a stick bug in my bed. All but one of its legs had been broken off. Poor dumb bug.
First day of vacation and the beasts woke me up before 6:00, so now I am out at breakfast before running last minute errands. I suspect there will be napping later.
Timelies all!
Took the cats to the vet for their annual checkup and shots. They are in good health(other than Nova's teeth issues). I, on the other hand, have several scratches on my right hand from trying to catch Luna.
Why are we so scared? Why do we keep doing that shit?
Oh, god, ita, I don't know. I mean, okay, maybe your sister or a sociologist who studies gender issues could write an essay on how masculinity seems to feel itself threatened; and on how masculinity is often performed for other men (which leads to a certain kind of group-think); and on how the very concept of trans people terrifies people who have been told since birth that their genitalia define their personalities, their social roles, and the ultimate disposition of their souls.
But in the end, I guess it comes down to a failure of empathy. Why we are so incapable of feeling compassion for others--even in the name of God!--is beyond me.
On that cheerful note, I would like to point out that it's supposed to hit 100 in the East Bay today. I might see if I can drag my father off to the movies. Or go to the swim club with my sister.
David Brin
I think if you're old enough that you'd statistically likely have died by then, even though you're niche famous, the shock factor drops. I wonder how many of the people on the bottom end of the age bracket would go through with it.
It's not the first reality show evaluation my friend has tried for.