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On ADAM LAMBERT's side; this time.
re: #7: "Sheesh, get your facts straight before you go off half-cocked." Good advice. Yeah, c'mon RobertScorpio! You know you'd prefer to go off "full-cocked" on Adam Lambert!— December 3, 2009 2:22 a.m.
Hoarding and Cleaning
Forget "just the way you are!" We have proof right here of evolution: From sea to land, CF is like one of those little fishes on all those SUVs, but with legs! : "So I go out there and sit on that rough cement -- my family says I'm a lizard sunning myself, perched on my rock!!! :")— December 1, 2009 11:59 p.m.
Hoarding and Cleaning
I had suggested to Adam somewhere that he get out and stand in a patch of sunlight. I do get SAD, and it became dire during NYC winters, though I loved the change of seasons, and especially the snow (except when waiting on platforms, and tramping up and down subway stairs). When I've been indoors too long, in my lightless torture dungeon (as per Pike's), I go out to stand in the sun, and man does my body respond. Immediately it is like a much-needed drink of water for the dehydrated; I swear I can feel the sunlight streaming in through my pores, and filling up whatever cells were craving it with pure vitamin D ;)— December 1, 2009 10:07 p.m.
Hoarding and Cleaning
Courageous of you to write this, Cuddle. Brava! I can relate--not feeling well has prevented me from cleaning the house to my satisfaction, and the man gets too tired after work to do much besides vaccum or do a load of laundry. I try to do one medium-sized cleaning task a day, to help the place from descending into total squalor. I saw part of that show last night on hoarders, and like you, was shocked. That woman was so obviously sick; remember how long it took the team to negotiate who would have to go in and shovel out the bathroom? No Kohler "memoirs" toilet, that ;)— December 1, 2009 2:42 p.m.
Of Ball and Bus
You beat me to it, Duhbya! I think Hugo's Hernani, or something by Alfred de Musset might have started tomato riots in theatre too, upon first performance ;)— December 1, 2009 8:23 a.m.
A Relentless Tide of Nausea
re: #6: ...and for the low processing fee of $49.95, we will put your poem in the hardbound edition, with five free framed copies, in handsome faux cherry. :)— December 1, 2009 1:01 a.m.
Seducing the Breakers and Sweet-Talking the Swell
Clearly, very dangerous. But they look like flying snow angels. How do they keep from annihilating themselves on the cliffs? Wouldn't it take just one random air swell?— November 30, 2009 7:40 p.m.
A Relentless Tide of Nausea
I entirely approve your idea of the net or network structure of your memories, and think it is probably close to what we have, with the exception that it is becoming clear that we do completely lose access to memories as time goes on. Thank you also for saving us from the Koehler regime.— November 30, 2009 7:19 p.m.
What Is This, a Disney Movie?
Oops, that should have read: ...lookin' out my back door." By all means do not let that lil' error stop you from whistling this tune allll day long, now ;)— November 30, 2009 3:22 a.m.
What Is This, a Disney Movie?
"Look at all the happy creatures dancin' on the lawn" [...] Doo doo doo, lookin' out my back porch." Glad you had that moment of peace, Adam, just before Pepe crashed the scene. :)— November 30, 2009 3:20 a.m.