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Post by Sara on Oct 1, 2010 15:16:57 GMT -5
And speaking of things that rock... Welcome to Part 1114 of the Soulful Spike Society!! [/size][/center] Let's just lay down a few ground rules, shall we? 1. Around here we're really into some radical concepts: civility, respect, and consideration for others. I know, I know--we're total fossils that way. If you need a reminder as to how any of those things work, check out the rules for more details. 1A. However, because we're just that cool we've set up a place to chat about those topics normally verboten on the main board here2. If you find yourself wishing you had a S'cubie to English dictionary, a quick visit to our FAQ is most likely just what you need. 3. Posting spoilers anywhere other than their special home will make us really angry. And trust me--you won't like us when we're angry. 4. And finally, if you've been hit with a severe case of Friday-itis the S3 home page has enough essays, reviews, and fanfiction to satisfy all your procrastination needs. And, for old times' sake... Eschew the badger Embrace the bonobo Enjoy your inner bitca Assume the IMO Defy the chicken Eat some chocolate And always be excellent to each other. S'cubies, start your keyboards...
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Post by Sara on Oct 1, 2010 15:27:41 GMT -5
Posted by Anne in the last part:That was... interesting. First, I got a call from my doctor's office. The ultrasound of my thyroid turned up a nodule, about 1cm, and my doctor wants me to see an endocrinologist. So I decided that since I hadn't gotten enough sleep last night, I was going to lie down for a bit. Then it commenced to thunder, and of course Shadow was outside and nowhere to be found. Patches was Very Unhappy, and I had to find her a safe place to hide. Then there was thunder, and lightning, and rain, and Shadow was still nowhere to be found. So Paul and I went looking here, there and everywhere, but the more we looked, the more she wasn't there. I decided she was probably under a bush or the potting bench, watching us. Then the appointment center called to schedule my visit to the endocrinologist. And then Kitty called from school, asking to be picked up because lightning had struck a palm tree across the street, the campus had been evacuated and the power was out. Since I knew where to pick her up, and Paul didn't, I drove down there. Half the signals were out and people were not obeying the laws as to how to navigate an intersection where the signals are out. But I got down there, saw the burned-out palm tree, picked Kitty up and got home safely. Kitty being Kitty, she'd finished her midterm and was reading when the storm hit. When the tree exploded, she rushed to the window and pulled out her camera. Behold the burning bush palm tree: And while I was out, Shadow the Wretched Weasel-cat had reappeared, with cobwebs in her ears, which means she was probably under the potting bench the whole time. Paul and I have been out to lunch, and now I'm going to try for a lie-down again. Wish me luck. PS: Am I the only one who sees "endocrinologist" and thinks "crinoid"? Oh. Just me. Okay then. PPS: Bestest Buddy, who is also the daughters' Honorary Auntie and Goddessmother, on being shown the photos of the burning tree, remarked something to the effect that it's quite the birthday candle. It's Kitty's 18th.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Oct 1, 2010 15:43:10 GMT -5
Posted by Anne in the last part:That was... interesting. First, I got a call from my doctor's office. The ultrasound of my thyroid turned up a nodule, about 1cm, and my doctor wants me to see an endocrinologist. So I decided that since I hadn't gotten enough sleep last night, I was going to lie down for a bit. Then it commenced to thunder, and of course Shadow was outside and nowhere to be found. Patches was Very Unhappy, and I had to find her a safe place to hide. Then there was thunder, and lightning, and rain, and Shadow was still nowhere to be found. So Paul and I went looking here, there and everywhere, but the more we looked, the more she wasn't there. I decided she was probably under a bush or the potting bench, watching us. Then the appointment center called to schedule my visit to the endocrinologist. And then Kitty called from school, asking to be picked up because lightning had struck a palm tree across the street, the campus had been evacuated and the power was out. Since I knew where to pick her up, and Paul didn't, I drove down there. Half the signals were out and people were not obeying the laws as to how to navigate an intersection where the signals are out. But I got down there, saw the burned-out palm tree, picked Kitty up and got home safely. Kitty being Kitty, she'd finished her midterm and was reading when the storm hit. When the tree exploded, she rushed to the window and pulled out her camera. Behold the burning bush palm tree: And while I was out, Shadow the Wretched Weasel-cat had reappeared, with cobwebs in her ears, which means she was probably under the potting bench the whole time. Paul and I have been out to lunch, and now I'm going to try for a lie-down again. Wish me luck. PS: Am I the only one who sees "endocrinologist" and thinks "crinoid"? Oh. Just me. Okay then. PPS: Bestest Buddy, who is also the daughters' Honorary Auntie and Goddessmother, on being shown the photos of the burning tree, remarked something to the effect that it's quite the birthday candle. It's Kitty's 18th. Very busy day you have there. I have made the discovery that I apparently have three components to my deeply spacey fatigue: the sleep deprivation was merely what kept making me fall asleep in my chair yesterday. There's still muscle fatigue and emotional/mental fatigue that need attended to, I guess. The Saturday after Franklin's surgery I took a down day, and then a week ago yesterday I sat down for a bit, but other than that it's been basically go-go-go since the 10th or so, and other than necessary helping of Franklin, I'm going to do some serious sitting down today, too. Julia, also, denial doesn't work at all for bursitis of the hips.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Oct 1, 2010 15:52:07 GMT -5
I forgot, also: last night Zathras was out past being called at half-hourly intervals from 7:30 or so until he came in at 10:30; I kept thinking I saw flashes of green out at the edge of the driveway when I called, but he didn't head towards the house until PR was over; maybe he doesn't like Gretched, either?
Julia, or maybe there's a late litter of baby bunnies?
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Oct 1, 2010 16:13:24 GMT -5
Posted by Anne in the last part:That was... interesting. First, I got a call from my doctor's office. The ultrasound of my thyroid turned up a nodule, about 1cm, and my doctor wants me to see an endocrinologist. So I decided that since I hadn't gotten enough sleep last night, I was going to lie down for a bit. Then it commenced to thunder, and of course Shadow was outside and nowhere to be found. Patches was Very Unhappy, and I had to find her a safe place to hide. Then there was thunder, and lightning, and rain, and Shadow was still nowhere to be found. So Paul and I went looking here, there and everywhere, but the more we looked, the more she wasn't there. I decided she was probably under a bush or the potting bench, watching us. Then the appointment center called to schedule my visit to the endocrinologist. And then Kitty called from school, asking to be picked up because lightning had struck a palm tree across the street, the campus had been evacuated and the power was out. Since I knew where to pick her up, and Paul didn't, I drove down there. Half the signals were out and people were not obeying the laws as to how to navigate an intersection where the signals are out. But I got down there, saw the burned-out palm tree, picked Kitty up and got home safely. Kitty being Kitty, she'd finished her midterm and was reading when the storm hit. When the tree exploded, she rushed to the window and pulled out her camera. Behold the burning bush palm tree: And while I was out, Shadow the Wretched Weasel-cat had reappeared, with cobwebs in her ears, which means she was probably under the potting bench the whole time. Paul and I have been out to lunch, and now I'm going to try for a lie-down again. Wish me luck. PS: Am I the only one who sees "endocrinologist" and thinks "crinoid"? Oh. Just me. Okay then. PPS: Bestest Buddy, who is also the daughters' Honorary Auntie and Goddessmother, on being shown the photos of the burning tree, remarked something to the effect that it's quite the birthday candle. It's Kitty's 18th. Liking the new part. Less liking of much lightning and downed trees and such. Still, nobody hurt so all is good. Kitty's 18? So she's the same age as Lan--well not quite, since Lan will be 19 next month, but almost. But still, all I can remember is how worried you used to be about her. No, endocrinologist does not make me think of crinoid, but it misreads nicely as endocriminologist. Which I think is someone who only studies criminals who commit their wrongdoing indoors.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Oct 1, 2010 17:14:19 GMT -5
*yawns* *waves* Not really very awake. Thanks, Sara, for copying my post over. Also, great opener, I do love Get Fuzzy. Julia, yes, rest would be good, and I hope you get some. Diane, the tree wasn't so much downed as frizzled, with the charred remains of the fronds and all still sticking up. Fortunately the fire didn't spread. No crinoids? But they're so cute...
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Oct 1, 2010 20:18:41 GMT -5
*yawns* *waves* Not really very awake. Thanks, Sara, for copying my post over. Also, great opener, I do love Get Fuzzy. Julia, yes, rest would be good, and I hope you get some. Diane, the tree wasn't so much downed as frizzled, with the charred remains of the fronds and all still sticking up. Fortunately the fire didn't spread. No crinoids? But they're so cute... No argument there, they are adorable. I'd love to have a plush one to cuddle. On account of how if you tried to cuddle a real one the outcome wouldn't be quite so satisfactory-- or survivable on the part of the crinoid.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Oct 1, 2010 22:05:52 GMT -5
*sigh*
The problem with resting is that it's so very very boring.
Julia, also, the new imdb format looks like they're pandering to third graders
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Post by Sara on Oct 1, 2010 22:57:37 GMT -5
*sigh* The problem with resting is that it's so very very boring. Julia, also, the new imdb format looks like they're pandering to third graders Yeah, I'm really not a fan of the new imdb either.
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Post by Sara on Oct 1, 2010 22:57:49 GMT -5
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Post by Queen E on Oct 2, 2010 1:04:51 GMT -5
Sad: Stephen J Cannell has died. The man who released Johnny Depp onto the world, as well as "The Greatest American Hero," "The A-Team," "Profit" (with David Greenwalt), and, unfortunately, "Cop Rock." Still, I liked him; when I was researching my thesis, his name came up several times (including a strongly worded editorial) supporting independent production in television, something that barely exists now, since the Telecommunications Act of 1996 allowed big-time media conglomeration.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Oct 2, 2010 4:02:16 GMT -5
Sick AGAIN. Pain, cramping and misery. Also, no sleep. Again.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Oct 2, 2010 8:54:31 GMT -5
Lightning Part the Second: Emily took the bus down to Cal State Friday afternoon, and since she had to transfer at the community college, she took a couple of pictures of the frizzled palms. Turns out there were two of them: My mom, who lives in Altadena up near the foothills, said they had the works - lighting, thunder, rain and a little hail. Oh, lovely Southern California... according to the local news, a mountain biker in the hills above my mom's house got caught in the storm and a bolt struck near him, close enough that he was momentarily paralyzed by the electricity. He was okay, but a bit unnerved. ETA: And we made the local paper.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Oct 2, 2010 9:29:52 GMT -5
Lightning Part the Second: Emily took the bus down to Cal State Friday afternoon, and since she had to transfer at the community college, she took a couple of pictures of the frizzled palms. Turns out there were two of them: My mom, who lives in Altadena up near the foothills, said they had the works - lighting, thunder, rain and a little hail. Oh, lovely Southern California... according to the local news, a mountain biker in the hills above my mom's house got caught in the storm and a bolt struck near him, close enough that he was momentarily paralyzed by the electricity. He was okay, but a bit unnerved. ETA: [url=http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-1002-wild-weather-20101 [/img]002,0,7053661.story]And we made the local paper.[/url][/quote] Your link unlinked. I'm relinking you www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-1002-wild-weather-20101002,0,7053661.story
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Oct 2, 2010 9:31:40 GMT -5
Lightning Part the Second: Emily took the bus down to Cal State Friday afternoon, and since she had to transfer at the community college, she took a couple of pictures of the frizzled palms. Turns out there were two of them: <snipped> My mom, who lives in Altadena up near the foothills, said they had the works - lighting, thunder, rain and a little hail. Oh, lovely Southern California... according to the local news, a mountain biker in the hills above my mom's house got caught in the storm and a bolt struck near him, close enough that he was momentarily paralyzed by the electricity. He was okay, but a bit unnerved. ETA: [url=http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-1002-wild-weather-20101 [/img]002,0,7053661.story]And we made the local paper.[/url][/quote] Your link unlinked. I'm relinking you www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-1002-wild-weather-20101002,0,7053661.story[/quote] That's odd, it works for me. Huh. Or maybe you quoted me before I fixed it? Whatever, thanks.
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