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From Anna: When I saw this, I made that noise where you scream and laugh at the same time. Someone needs to write that ending to a romance, STAT. |
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 Breakfast of Small Business Owners I spent two hours today hugging my knees, rocking back and forth, faintly whimpering. Now. Now I'm ready. |
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I bought my first pair of "leggings" today. They are black, and full length. Now, when wearing it with boots its easy, but I dont know how to wear them with shoes/heels/sandals/flats. Can you? How? Help! Got pics of ideas? |
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...And so it was that Violetta unknowingly became the saviour of Europa. Hopefully. ;) |
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I tapped my arm with a heat gun for one second on New Year’s Eve and now I’m six days into nursing a nasty burn wound. It only hurts right after I change the dressing, and while so far we haven’t seen fit to take me to a doctor, I am starting to have paranoid imaginings. Ultimately, though, the skin seems to be growing back, there doesn’t seem to be much moisture from the wound and once I figured out that adhesive bandages are contraindicated on burn wounds, I feel pretty confident. For those who must know WHY I had the heat gun: our balcony door had frozen shut. We’re require to keep it open due to fire codes (yes, yes, laugh it up, irony lovers.) I was wrapping the cord and it just glanced off my arm. Yes, it sucks. But it’s not exactly the end of my world. Originally published at from my writer-pagan blog. You can comment here or there. |
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I really want to fuck those big titties of yours. Not interested. Please baby? I’ll pay you. $20? |
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O Best of All Nights, Return and Return Again by James Laughlin
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Man, my memory must be even worse than I thought…I have no clue how you people manage to do that “Decade in Review” meme that’s going around. I’m lucky if I can remember what happened last week. And nothing ever happens so it should be easy! The Law Student showed me this picture in the paper forever ago and I nearly died from the awesome.  I feel better. Still sore and exhausted but way better than immediately after surgery. So, I’m sure, tomorrow I’ll be just fine. Lil’ Heidi: She’s resilient. |
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How do poets handle New Year's resolutions? My impulse is to say that if a poet breaks a New Year’s Resolution, she reflects on it, maybe writing a few lines of verse in private, and then realizes that it never should have been a New Year’s resolution in the first place. In this month's issue, Elizabeth Hildreth has two great interviews: One with Amy King, who discusses "confounding logic-as-usual": To do so calls more attention to artifice; it makes one pause at the oddities they encounter and notice how things get put together: ideas, language, concepts, even “real” perceptions. If we can communally look at one thing that ends up meaning very different things to each of us separately, how does meaning bode for the world then? Or meaning-making? And the other's with Daniel Nester, who explains why poetry makes him sick: When I think about all the effort I put into writing poems, being a poet, reading contemporary poetry, it just makes me sick. These days, if I read a poem now of a certain kind -- one that avoids feeling, a speaker, or making any connection with the reader, of which there are many -- I feel sick. Is "Invictus" the "worst famous poem ever"? The criteria: "Poet collars the reader, thumps him on the head with a thin but irritating message, and departs in a cloud of smugness." Not many books of poetry come recommended by the former head of the British army. John Jeffcock's does: He had been through the numbness / The nervous laughter at death / The internal isolation from reality / The self-imposed exile from his fellow man Ferlinghetti from 1966: There are two men inside a poet," he goes on. "The lyric, love-and-ecstasy-seeking man, and running alongside him, the political lout who keeps trying to horn in. A poet would much rather follow his love, but this creep keeps busting in and you have to stop and give him a few cuffs, beat him up, lay him out, before you can go on. |
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I am addicted to lookbook.nu, I'm wondering if anyone knows of a plus-size version? |
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I've recently noticed that there are a few Fatshionista's who live in the Netherlands and I wanted to see if everyone wanted to get together sometime in February or March for the fun of it? Time, place, anything else to be discussed closer to time?
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Today there is another cat-shaped hole in my heart. When I die and they autopsy me, they'll surely wonder at the dozens of cat-shaped holes. This morning we found our Greta dead behind the sofa. She was about 11, but she hadn't been sick, lethargic, anorexic, or any of the other things cats usually do to let you know they're in trouble, so I took her to the vet for a necropsy. It turned out that she had advanced cancer of the spleen, which Dr. Scott said is often asymptomatic and painless. The tumor ruptured her spleen and she bled to death sometime early this morning. I've read that bleeding out isn't a bad way to go; you're weak, then high, then gone. I hope so. At any rate, the necropsy settled my mind that we couldn't have done anything to help her and that her cause of death isn't anything that can affect the other cats. We're having her cremated, because she always hated the cold. We got Greta from the Southern Animal Foundation, a good animal welfare group/shelter that used to be neighbors with my vet. They knew I loved black cats and asked if I'd consider taking a beautiful black kitten who was semiferal, as they knew I'd be willing to work with him. When we came to get Ivan, the kitten, they said, "Oh, you've just got to take the mother too, she loves her baby, she cries whenever we try to take him away!" So mother and son came home with us. It was winter then too, and we were living in a big old drafty house, and mother immediately abandoned her son in a downstairs closet and plopped herself down directly in front of the bedroom heater. Ever since then, we called her Crack Momma. But she was a sweet girl, jet black and beautiful, if somewhat coffee-table-shaped (she liked her food). Ivan died after the federal levees failed and we couldn't catch him. He didn't drown, but was exposed to something poisonous, probably water. They're still the only two cats out of all the dozens I've had that I've found dead at home. It's a shock, but in Greta's case, also a little reassuring -- she didn't have to be prodded and needled, and the other cats got to see her and know what happened. They're sticking close tonight. When I was 23 myself, it amazed me that T.S. Eliot had written "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" at 23. Now it makes more sense to me, because of the refrain "There will be time ... " Only a young person really believes that, I think. R.I.P., Greta, 1998 (?) - 2010. We love you. |
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Can anyone direct me to a site or instructions on making no slip hair clips? I'd like to make some for my daughters, but everything I'm coming across is books/DVDs you have to purchase or instructions that aren't very detailed or don't include pictures. TIA! |
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Oooh, that peese will adds nicely to mai kollecshun unner teh fridge! wile ur down der, can u git mah mowsie? Picture by: dunno source Caption by: DOOMbudgies via Advanced Lol Builder       |
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The good. I'm getting new shoes! Red 18th century mules to be exact. My feet will be happy at Under the Redcoat this year!* And thanks to the beauty that is the 18c pocket, I can actually switch them out for the fancier shoes when my feet get pooped.** And if I do get around to knitting stockings, I can show off the nifty not normal heel! Thanks twilatee!The bad. I'm helping a kid in class. The kid in the next row--not even sitting in his seat--pushes the desks forward. You know what's next. Bam. I'm on the floor. This one hurt. Ice pack helped. Fortunately, I had just found out about the shoes. I ordered them right after school. Yay! Shoes! The weird. A little after 10 this morning, I could've sworn I felt an earthquake. And when I get home, I find out there was one. Only, just over 500 miles away. Um. *Walking on bricks is evil, evil, evil! This is a long standing prejudice starting from college. I got to Williamsburg last year saw the bricks and wailed, "No! Bricks!" Also, rollerblading on bricks just might give you a nosebleed. I so don't recommend it! **It's not recommended to have flip flops as the only not historic shoes you bring. They won't work with period dress if your feet decide they've had it! I decided last year I needed to bring an alternate shoe. It's not that mine aren't comfortable, they're just a tiny bit big and my foot slides forward (they were great with the wool stockings, actually), and BRICKS!!!
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anyone notice if any of the local targets or walmarts still have christmas stuff left on clearance? |
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The D&C was…well…it’s over! Jesus, what a mess. I get there and am asked for a $500 deductible. At which point I laughed and said, “Well, I guess I won’t be having surgery today!” They had me talk to a financial counselor who asked if I could put down anything. I said I could give them $50. She was not happy. She then asked if I could pay off the remainder within two months. Lied to the woman’s face. Suuuuuuuure, $275 a month?! That’s pocket change! And in addition to the $500, I also have to pay 30% of the hospital and doctor bills. Thrilling. Yet another thing to go into collections over. I finally got prepared for surgery and laid around in my gown, reading. They needed a urine sample for a pregnancy test. Now here’s the thing with my urine…it’s shy. It doesn’t like it when you demand its appearance. Especially when I haven’t been allowed to drink anything in nearly 12 hours. So finally I just said, “Can you please just take a blood sample? This is not happening.” So they did. Yet more people not happy with me. My surgery was an hour and a half later than expected due to no operating rooms being available but I finally got wheeled in. And, of course, all the people working on me? Men who are as hot as fuck. They were listening to Queen and we got into this conversation about Vanilla Ice. Eventually they knocked me out. I woke up in the post-surgery ward with an aching vagina and a burning throat ripped raw from the breathing tube. After awhile they moved me to the recovery room where I got apple juice and a bran muffin. The latter felt like knives going down. They called my cab and wheeled me out when he arrived. He, like the AM driver, was annoyed by my needing to pay with a credit card. I have no idea why. So, like the AM driver, he took me to a fucking ATM so I could get cash instead. What a pain in the ass. What do cabs cost elsewhere? These were $2.45 a mile plus a $2.45 flat charge. I can’t imagine that’s the norm but I really have no idea. My cab ride? $60. Sixty fucking dollars. In addition to the $50 I had to pay the hospital. Argh. So, anyway, finally home. With a sore vag, raw throat, and no new drugs. I see my gynecologist in two weeks to discuss the results. No sexin’ until then either. I need “under construction” panties. In happier news I stole a bunch of rubber gloves from the hospital. Get your minds out of the gutter, people! They’re for capsaicin cream application and hair dying. 7/365  I need to come up with $600 for my already late rent so expect a sales post really soon! Clothes, shoes, jewelry, kawaii stuff, etc.! My stuff is rad and you should totally buy some of it! Reasons Scales are Useless I was weighed four times in one day by medical professionals. The results? 314, 342, 339 and 330. Um…helpful!   |
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Cellphone radiation helps demented mice: study This headline has me wondering. Does it make a difference if a mouse is demented? If so, who would care? Oh, I know it's all to help humans, but really, the headline sucks. How about Clues to healing dementia found, or perhaps, Cellphone Radiation might be beneficial. There was another very badly written headline, the other week - "Iran Executes Escaped Prisoners", It was only when I read the story, that I found out the escapees- poor sods, had been re-captured.
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New pendant, handmade out of clay and hand painted with a painting of a butterfly called a Sparkling Cherub (I love that name!)
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Ok, I've got to make a small rant. This is about the end of the decade. You might be surprised at the direction of my pedantry... A lot of people have tried to point out that the end of the decade isn't actually until the end of this year, not the beginning of it. Much like the end of the century/millennium wasn't until December 31st, 2000, the end of the decade would be December 31st, 2010, right? NO! "A decade" is defined as any period of ten years. When we refer to centuries or millennia, we are using ordinal counting. We call it "the 20th century" or "the second millenium". When we use ordinal counting, we're naming the century in reference to the beginning of the Common Era (aka A.D.) And, as many people will point out, there was no year zero, so the first century was 1-100, the 2nd was 101-200, etc. HOWEVER, we do not refer to decades with ordinal counting. When is the last time you heard somebody say "the 199th decade since Christ"? We call them "The 80s". In any case, 1980 was certainly a part of the decade named "The 80s". It's a set of 10 years in which the first three digits were "198". This year is part of the decade called "The 10s". It's not the last year in the decade called, er, well, whatever you called them (I personally like the "noughties"). So, all of those people who had a stick up their rear about the new millennium not starting until 2001? Yeah, I was one of them, and we were right. ;-) But a lot of them have continued that thinking to decades, where it doesn't, or at least doesn't have to apply. So, when they start trying to act intellectually superior about it (and I've already seen it happen!) you can rest assured that it's an *incorrect* stick up their rear. |
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Hi all, Tempted by the sales I'm considering biting the bullet and ordering this coat from Dotty P. I was wondering if any of y'all had ordered it and if so if you could talk to me about sizing. Also if you have seen it or tried it on how warm is it? For reference I wear an xl/xxl up top and an 18W/20W on the bottom and I have big arms. My current winter coat is a size 18 from Evans, but it's a bit tight around the hip/ass area. I'm hovering between ordering the 20 or 22 and I really want to get it right so I'm not stuck paying for return shipping. Also if you want to let me know if you like it better in pink or in the blue I linked to above I'd appreciate that as well. Thanks! |
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Editor Kitty proofreads a column. Picture by: Junket Caption by: MallardVHS via Advanced Lol Builder       |
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I have just completed the 1st mock-up of my fourth corset this evening, and would like to ask for your help with correcting the fit over the stomach. I have already altered this area to curve in under the stomach, so that the corset is flush with the skin, but I would like to know if there is anything I can do to flatten the stomach instead. I am considering taking it in a little more at the lower edge and/or adding chevron or horizontal boning there, but I am afraid that the hip will no longer fit smoothly when the resulting wider gap is laced to evenness. I don't think more vertical boning is the answer, since my last corset had a wall of it at center front, and it had the same problem. If you are still interested ;) Please view my latest journal entry "1st Mock-up Completed" for pics and a thorough overview of the problem. I would appreciate any help you could give me :) Happy crafting!
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Lay long in bed. Then up and to the office, where busy all the morning. At noon (my wife being gone to Westminster) I with my Lord Bruncker by coach as far as the Temple, in the way he telling me that my Lady Denham is at last dead. Some suspect her poisoned, but it will be best known when her body is opened, which will be to-day, she dying yesterday morning. The Duke of York is troubled for her; but hath declared he will never have another public mistress again; which I shall be glad of, and would the King would do the like. He tells me how the Parliament is grown so jealous of the King's being unfayre to them in the business of the Bill for examining Accounts, Irish Bill, and the business of the Papists, that they will not pass the business for money till they see themselves secure that those Bills will pass; which they do observe the Court to keep off till all the Bills come together, that the King may accept what he pleases, and what he pleases to reject, which will undo all our business and the kingdom too. He tells me how Mr. Henry Howard, of Norfolke, hath given our Royal Society all his grandfather's library: which noble gift they value at 1000l.; and gives them accommodation to meet in at his house, Arundell House, they being now disturbed at Gresham College. Thence 'lighting at the Temple to the ordinary hard by and eat a bit of meat, and then by coach to fetch my wife from her brother's, and thence to the Duke's house, and saw "Macbeth," which, though I saw it lately, yet appears a most excellent play in all respects, but especially in divertisement, though it be a deep tragedy; which is a strange perfection in a tragedy, it being most proper here, and suitable. So home, it being the last play now I am to see till a fortnight hence, I being from the last night entered into my vowes for the year coming on. Here I met with the good newes of Hogg's bringing in two prizes more to Plymouth, which if they prove but any part of them, I hope, at least, we shall be no losers by them. So home from the office, to write over fair my vowes for this year, and then to supper, and to bed. In great peace of mind having now done it, and brought myself into order again and a resolution of keeping it, and having entered my journall to this night, so to bed, my eyes failing me with writing. |
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I am currently working on a pair of linen gloves to go with my late period English kit. Can anyone tell me if they were lined, or a single layer of linen? Thanks, |
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