Jayne ,'Serenity'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Matt, you didn't like Indian food!? Crazy man! I know you enjoy food, and Indian food is delish!
Well, I like it now that I've encountered some that tasted good! Previous attempts were at best nothing special...kind of like Mexican food (edible, but nothing I'd seek out).
Ahrg, so possibly I have rats. Neighbor saw a burrow in her planters, I saw one running into the unused garage. Fuuuuuck.
So what are people doing this weekend?
I just gave a speech at a fundraiser in front of 165 people I barely know. It went ok.
Tomorrow, roller derby tryouts.
Sunday, drop dead from exhaustion.
Loki FLOPS.
That's what Pico used to do, but he'd end up leaning against me.
This weekend will be spent as past weekends: praying for some letup from the heat so I can get some unpacking done. Also praying for some letup from the RSI, which had me in bed all day today.
Gonna try to scan in some pics now so I can get rid of some second string ephemera I have lying around.
I've decided to rename my children Frick and Frack, which is better than K's choice of lucifer and upchuck.
It's been a long, long, long day. I'm in a hotel bed which is good. But fuck. I'm tired.
I hope I'm still swimming when I am 90, should I make it to 90:
LOVE her. One of my fencing mates is a 79-year-old dude who started fencing in high school. He took some time off (for a few decades) but came back to training as a "fuck cancer" move after they announced 70+ world championships right around the time he was diagnosed with lymphoma -- took (sometimes slow-motion) lessons right through chemo, and is currently the first alternate for the US world team. He's waiting on the news from USA Fencing and for his first grandson (who will be a 3rd-generation fencer, of course).
Cantankerous old sonofabitch, but I'm sure as hell hoping to be exactly the same way when I'm 79.
I've decided to rename my children Frick and Frack
I had an ex name my mom's goldfish this. He swore he knew which was which. One survived when the huge tank smashed in the Landers quake. I don't recall which now.
He also named a cat. Poorly.
I should have known from the fish that it wouldn't go well.
My boss was trying to convince me that I'm not too old to take art classes. Way to go to make me feel self-conscious. Of course I'm not. Sure, I kinda think that way, but it does sound stupid, especially coming from someone that doesn't know you real well.
Oh, man, I just got off the phone with someone I don't talk to very often and I spent the first half of the conversation thinking she was someone else I know who has the same first name. I don't think it was obvious to her that I was that confused.