The mysterious life and death of scifi author F. Gwynplaine MacIntyre
FREAK. And I say that with all judgment inherent.
Ouch. The IV infiltrated Sunday morning, and my left hand is still swollen. I don't know what to do to make it go down. It hurts like a bitch. And it's puffy like a paw. Inflation fetishists would have a field day.
DH took Dylan to the planetarium show last Thursday when daycare was closed for Rosh Hashanah and he came back with the information that sun is a star and that stars are made of dust and that stars are part of the universe. (Don't worry, we have TMBG to set him straight about the dust thing.)
I swear if they were commercials for women, they would NEVER be on this often or early. I don't think even BC pill commercials say sexual activity, and they should. "BLAHBLAH does not protect against HIV and other sexually transmitted diseases, use other precautions before engaging in sexual activity".
(I am totally becoming congested. FML)
My uncle John admitted my aunt Carol into a hospice facility yesterday. They were hoping she could stay at home, but no. Don't need any sympathy, just had to make note of it.
msbelle, I can see your pictures of flowers, yard, and house stuff, but not the haircut.
I am at home, on my couch, and ready for the tennis to come back now please.
I'm waiting for
Hoarders
to come on. It looks like the Mother of All Garbage Houses is on tonight.
Second City did a bit on the effect of Rahm Emmanuel on the political discourse (NSFW, language): [link]