And yet I would be fine if I was on my stomach, oddly. Maybe because then I wouldn't be able to see exactly how little space I had?

This is me. Add MRI tunnel. It took everything I had not to freak out like a mammal.

Oh my god. When I got an MRI, all I could think was "coffin coffin coffin coffin." What kept me from freaking out was that I had gotten up too early that day so I was already tired, and then I was full of percocet and flexiril, which made me more tired, so I was able to close my eyes and -- not *doze,* really, but I was tired enough to not be wired and alert. Keeping my eyes closed helped me to ignore that I was in a small metal tube.

At this point, if I ever had to have an MRI, it'd be like the scene from The Incredibles where they're trying to stuff pre-workout Mr. Incredible into the delivery tube. Not a pretty picture. Luckily enough, there are a lot of open MRI places around here if I ever need it.

Uh, what was in the can?

THIS IS WHAT I WANT TO KNOW. Dude, everyone knows that if you have to use something aerosol to kill a spider, you use Extra-Super hold AquaNet and laminate the thing. And then make someone else dispose of it. In an ideal world, someone else deals with the spiders anyway.

Dude, everyone knows that if you have to use something aerosol to kill a spider, you use Extra-Super hold AquaNet and laminate the thing.

But you don't light your lighter while doing it. That would cause a pretty big boom, too.

Dude, everyone knows that if you have to use something aerosol to kill a spider, you use Extra-Super hold AquaNet and laminate the thing. And then make someone else dispose of it. In an ideal world, someone else deals with the spiders anyway.

I never use aeresol; I usually use a cleaning spray like Fantastik.

But you don't light your lighter while doing it. That would cause a pretty big boom, too.

No, you do that when you need a flamethrower to light the nest of tent caterpillars on fire.

... what? That's how my dad takes care of yard pests.

The body sock thing kinda freaks me out, but I am going to be talking to mac's therapist about all that stuff.

It looks like it has a similar effect to Temple Grandin's squeeze box she invented because being under pressure calmed her autistic hyper-reaction to stimuli.

I'm mainly only freaked out by being in small spaces with other people. MRIs are blessedly solo adventures.

Happy Birthday, Liese!

This weekend, I'm hanging out with my friends C. and J., their baby, and C.'s entire family (U.S. contingent): her parents, sister, aunt and uncle who are all down from NY, and her brother and SiL, who are here from Portland.

No, you do that when you need a flamethrower to light the nest of tent caterpillars on fire.

My father's method was to light a turpentine-soaked rag atop a tall metal pole.

Those nests go up like whoa.

Please tell C's parents I said "hello," amyth. They're good folks.