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Feeding the Beast
"husband found me sitting up, fast asleep with a full cocktail on the table and my laptop sliding off." Love this. A common scenario around here--minus the cocktail, unfort. What kind of cocktail, btw? :) "you don't have to be rich to have sound mental health." So true. I think the most neurotic people I've ever known have had the easiest lifestyles ;) "My therapist told me she sees me coming up with something that involves animals." This sounds fabulous--you've got an open mind and heart, which is surely going to lend color to that parachute! (alert: cheesy corporate motivational-speak) I could see you and AG, two sharp minds, working something out by way of a Web site. If you need advice on the marketing end, I know someone who might oblige. Onward and upward! as they say at my crappy job--but it's a good direction--the only one we can entertain ;)— November 16, 2009 7:26 a.m.
A Fear of Cold and Dark
A hot toddy can be a good thing, but it's safe to say that a whole bottle of bourbon is just going to dehydrate one further, not to mention the horrendous hangover waiting, on top of the misery of the flu ;)— November 16, 2009 1:20 a.m.
A Fear of Cold and Dark
Puppy, I thought you were a high-powered attorney with connections--no health insurance? Here's the thing: You'll be miserable in the ER, and swine flu will NOT put you at the top of their list. They'll just make you wear an uncomfortable mask for the three to five plus hours you'll be sitting there. Pound the lukewarm fluids tonight, and go to urgent care first thing tomorrow morning.— November 15, 2009 10:54 p.m.
I Ask Not For Literary Greatness
Oops, missed this one: "I Ask Not For Literary Greatness" Well, I DO ask for literary greatness, and so must therefore second the request in #3--with the amendment that a link to advance copy of novel-in-progress be provided.— November 15, 2009 10:46 p.m.
Pause For Dramatic Effect
Don't worry, mumsy. I won't get married--would rather stay home and play with my new clock painting, if you don't mind. And could you get my footies, and heat up a pop tart and a glass of milk? It's good to be home! ;)— November 15, 2009 10:35 p.m.
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1988 to 1998 SOURCE: Journal of Sex Research 2001;37:333-343: Summary of findings: People writing word salad blogs obsessed with origins of and statistics related to homosexuality are ten times more likely to be closeted gays than their non-word salad blog writing counterparts.— November 15, 2009 9:10 p.m.
Frosty and the Icebird
Which one's a classic--surely you mean Sam Waterston's robot insurance--my all time fave SNL skit, if held at gunpoint to pick one. As for the toys, I lived in Wonder Woman underoos, and they didn't make me gay! That bouncy thing didn't work right, though--bet they don't sell them anymore--ate gravel every time :)— November 15, 2009 8:49 p.m.
Basically Little Dinosaurs
I am more interested in checking out that "antique stone," the price of which we "should know." What if it is the GRAIL to end all grails--you know, THE philosopher's stone? I can see myself embarking on an "Indy Jones" style adventure, in white linen, panama hat or knife between my teeth--oh, what was that? You are going to No-Prize the people spamming SD property values? Cool, whatever--I'm off to Dubai! ;)— November 15, 2009 8:11 p.m.
Bye-Bye Lou--You Bit Off More Than You Can Chew!
Nicely done, RKJ--the "sport of chumps." I'll remember that one. ;) No, he doesn't spit or swallow, to mix a couple of crude metaphors--he just savors the hate, swilling it around in his mouth like a fine wine, doesn't he? These seem like fair predictions as to the next logical move in Dobbs' career, but I sincerely hope you are wrong, and he does retire to the golf course and some little-read, badly selling, and increasingly senile rants.— November 15, 2009 7:55 p.m.
Loosening Family Ties
I have it, magics. AG donated a whole can ;) Just can't understand why people need to swoop in like vultures when they smell blood and a man down--what is that about?! Never mind, don't answer.— November 15, 2009 7:45 p.m.