Surgery~ma, Susan!
{{{Pix}}}
Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Natter 75: More Than a Million Natters Served
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Calli - Feb 02, 2017 1:19:57 am PST #6618 of 30002
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Sue - Feb 02, 2017 2:56:39 am PST #6619 of 30002
hip deep in pie
Surgery~ma Susan!
lisah - Feb 02, 2017 4:20:33 am PST #6620 of 30002
Punishingly Intricate
Good luck with the surgery, Susan!
-t - Feb 02, 2017 5:12:51 am PST #6621 of 30002
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
~ma, Susan!
((Pix))
Matt the Bruins fan - Feb 02, 2017 6:15:22 am PST #6622 of 30002
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
Good luck, Susan!
The hospital we use is Catholic Church owned, and there's a big cemetery across the street from its cardiac care wing. I always thought it was ironic to look out from the sun room and see smokers who couldn't light up inside congregated on the sidewalk in front of it. Sort of a "get used to the view!" type moment.
meara - Feb 02, 2017 6:18:00 am PST #6623 of 30002
Ugh. I have been sleeping terrible and having weird dreams and I think I am desperately in need of a new mattress. But going and getting one and dealing with getting rid of my current one seems like such a pain.
Connie Neil - Feb 02, 2017 6:34:31 am PST #6624 of 30002
brillig
There is a slight gap between my refrigerator and the end of the kitchen counter. Last night I dropped a piece of cheese into that gap and glared at it, because no way I could reach it with fingers or chopsticks or whatnot. I glared around my apartment for a moment, then went over and picked up one of my smaller swords. It reached beautifully, and I stabbed the offending piece of cheese and removed it. I may have waved it in the air triumphantly for a little bit.
Gudanov - Feb 02, 2017 6:35:59 am PST #6625 of 30002
Coding and Sleeping
Obviously this means I need to buy a sword. You know, for practical reasons.
Steph L. - Feb 02, 2017 6:46:46 am PST #6626 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I glared around my apartment for a moment, then went over and picked up one of my smaller swords. It reached beautifully, and I stabbed the offending piece of cheese and removed it. I may have waved it in the air triumphantly for a little bit.
This is GLORIOUS. You may have made my day with this story.
Connie Neil - Feb 02, 2017 6:47:05 am PST #6627 of 30002
brillig
Really, it's just a tool for those moments when you want to poke something just out of reach. It also works on the TV power button.