Tom, as you know, honey badger don't give a shit.

He's nasty.

Aubrey: I remember Taylor [Kitsch]'s audition in particular. He auditioned on tape from Canada. He had two tall boys of beer, and he was already referring to himself as Rigg.

Taylor Kitsch (Tim Riggins): I brought in a cooler, put a big, black blanket behind me, and my agent filmed it. I found this Texas beer — Lone Star beer — and I was chugging those, just in my introduction.

Oh, Taylor Kitsch. I love you.

Uh, sumi. I think I just hit a spoiler for the final scene in the series.

Yeah, I just saw that, smonster. Ah, well, it's the very last section of the article. I don't mind so much: I've managed to stay relatively unspoiled for the finale--I only know two things.

I loved that in the first season, the only really experienced football player on the main cast was... Scott Porter. Woops.

Yeah, it's a great article. The bits about how nasty the Riggins house was, and then TK was like, "I loved it." I would rather have not seen the spoiler I saw, but I can't think of a better end. Gah, makes me want to go mainline the final season RIGHT NOW.

No itunes, no Chrome - etc.

You could try this for Chrome anyhow, and run it off a USB flash drive.

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It's okay. Apparently, Chrome has a work around (say I typing this in a Chrome tab) and everything else: once it's downloaded I can update.

It's just a pita.

(I also need the LAN to gain access to Office stuff. Just discovered that when I went to open Excel.

I have a mango! It looks great! One of the Indian guys has taken pity on me and is enabling my need for the fruit. I have sent a photo home for IDing. Before I crack it open. Because I'm a loser.

Who are you people who can pee on demand? My doctor sent me for a workup, including a urine test. I can't just pee because he asked me to. Luckily the lab didn't make a deal of it, but everyone else that came in after me went dutifully to the bathroom to make their donation to science.

The phlebotomist is a dork. My arm is wrapped in compression tape from wrist to elbow without break so it'll look like I "have something going on". She didn't want me to have any gaps inbetween the three bands her stick attempts left me. Luckily it's a nice shade of purple that doesn't clash too horribly with the purple I'm already wearing.

She started laughing as soon as I walked in. Last time I was there she said she was going to put together an "ita pack" with extra small baby needles and bonus hot packs. Just yesterday she'd been scouring the place for baby needles, and then I walked in. But it only took her three tries to fill three tubes. That's so much better than last time. She was chanting by the time she was done.

Of course, mid week blood draws mess up weekend IV sticks, so I hate them, but if this can stop the midnight stomach pain attacks, let's go at it.

I have decided the main flaw in most of my dressing is that I rarely emphasise my waist. I should work out how to do that more. Except my waist is either in an odd or an unfashionable place, so very little hits there. But tailored or stretch tops will help. Just mustn't over emphasize the girls.

Damn, ita, I hope all of this medical testing does something to resolve your pain. I hate that you're going through this nonstop.

IcompletelyON, my office finally had power restored! It's been out since 4:15 on Monday afternoon. They told us in the automated updates that unless I was working on something that I had to absolutely be at the office to finish not to bother coming in until tomorrow. I've been working from home on other things, so I told my boss that I'll just finish working on this here today, and then go into the office in the a.m. I had already scheduled to take the afternoon off tomorrow for car stuff, so I only have to work from 9-1.

Funny, I was just thinking about getting a wide belt and tucking in more blouses.

And one time (when I was doing a drug study) I had to spend like an hour drinking water in the office before I could pee in the cup, and it was super annoying. After that, I just showed up having to pee.