my purple Eeyore shirt
May. 13th, 2004 12:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
This morning, I was sitting here, checking my e-mail or some shit. I stretch, and my sternum pops, as it sometimes does when I stretch. "What was that?" Spooky asked, and when I told her, she made a disgusted face, like I'd just asked her to eat raw pork or something, and "You're weird," she says. To which I reply, "Hey, you're the one who tells me to whine like a puppy when we're having sex." And she says, "Well, you're the one who actually does the whining."
Good gods. I think I'm channeling Hollis Gillespie.
Okay. Just pretend you never read any of that.
What I meant to say was that today we have to do chapters Eight and Nine of Murder of Angels (and, may I just say, as well, we are both so frelling sick of frelling proofreading). But first, I have to get "Waycross" off to Steve Jones, and I still haven't sent the photo for Authors and Artists for Young Adults, which means a trip to the post office before we can even begin reading. And I'd really like to see A Midsummer Night's Dream in Piedmont Park this evening, but we don't have time to pick up tickets, and it's probably going to rain anyway, so we'll most likely just wait and try to see it on Sunday, instead.
Yesterday, in all the running around, I bought four new eight-sided dice at the Sword of the Phoenix (yes, I am a big dork) and also found a copy of Cemetery Dance #48, which has a very good review of Low Red Moon (And if you haven't already, please, please, please be nice, follow the link, and buy a copy. Blogger and LJ are neat, but they don't pay my bills.).
How can it possibily be Thursday already?
And to top it all off, we just got a notcice from the vet reminding us that Sophie is due for a fecal exam.
Oh, the joy.
Good gods. I think I'm channeling Hollis Gillespie.
Okay. Just pretend you never read any of that.
What I meant to say was that today we have to do chapters Eight and Nine of Murder of Angels (and, may I just say, as well, we are both so frelling sick of frelling proofreading). But first, I have to get "Waycross" off to Steve Jones, and I still haven't sent the photo for Authors and Artists for Young Adults, which means a trip to the post office before we can even begin reading. And I'd really like to see A Midsummer Night's Dream in Piedmont Park this evening, but we don't have time to pick up tickets, and it's probably going to rain anyway, so we'll most likely just wait and try to see it on Sunday, instead.
Yesterday, in all the running around, I bought four new eight-sided dice at the Sword of the Phoenix (yes, I am a big dork) and also found a copy of Cemetery Dance #48, which has a very good review of Low Red Moon (And if you haven't already, please, please, please be nice, follow the link, and buy a copy. Blogger and LJ are neat, but they don't pay my bills.).
How can it possibily be Thursday already?
And to top it all off, we just got a notcice from the vet reminding us that Sophie is due for a fecal exam.
Oh, the joy.
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Date: 2004-05-13 04:32 pm (UTC)Um...too fucking late. How am I supposed to get that image out of my head? Man, I never though YOU'D be the whiner.
Thank you for making me laugh this morning. I'm just glad I swallowed my gulp of soda before I read that; otherwise, I would have had to explain to my company's help desk exactly what I was doing when I destroyed the monitor with a spit-take.
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Date: 2004-05-13 05:31 pm (UTC)Just goes to show you.
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Date: 2004-05-13 05:17 pm (UTC)xx
Mellá
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Date: 2004-05-13 05:33 pm (UTC)I have a lavender Eeyore shirt that reads, "Gloomy Little Guy." I tend to wear it when I'm very depressed or very tired. Last night, after all the running around, I was very tired, and wore it to sleep in. I was still wearing it when I made the journal entry this morning. So, "my purple Eeyore shirt."
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Date: 2004-05-13 06:22 pm (UTC)Fat chance of that happening, thank you very much...
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Date: 2004-05-13 06:56 pm (UTC)I'm tired--I read this sentence as,". . . Sophie is due for a facial exam." And I thought to myself, "I really hope she's not the sort of person who would get her cat cosmetic surgery."
Last night, I dreamt you launched an enormous web site with more hidden sub-sections than anyone could hope to explore in a lifetime. One page was just a series of drawings by different people of the backs of everyone you know.
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Date: 2004-05-13 10:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-13 11:50 pm (UTC)Well, I'm not making any promises, but send your questions along, and we'll see.
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Date: 2004-05-15 04:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-15 08:17 pm (UTC)Cool. I'll be waiting...
progress
Date: 2004-05-13 10:51 pm (UTC)Even if it's a complete fiction, I think this entry can definitely be seen as progress in the area of personal disclosure. (Not that it's required, but it was something that you were pondering recently.)
Re: progress
Date: 2004-05-13 11:52 pm (UTC)Or at least progress in the area of eventual institutionalization.
But it's true. All true.
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Date: 2004-05-14 12:26 am (UTC)The "personal disclosure" is well accepted on my end. Condoned even. I have no doubt that you could balance these wonderful insights in with the rest of your usual entries.
Besides that, it had me smiling all morning.
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Date: 2004-05-14 10:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-14 12:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-15 08:27 pm (UTC)Yes. Unlike hoomans, Nebari possess a moderately kinetic sternum, with a functional hinge between the manubrium and main body of the sternum (a xiphoid process is not present). This joint increases flexibility in the upper body. Keep in mind, terms like "sternum" and "manubrium" are used here for convenience, as discussions of hooman/Nebari anatomy can only deal in analogous structures, not homologous structures (as the Nebari and hoomans share no common ancestor).