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By the end of the day I will have 4 child chemise finished and yet I feel like I haven't been very productive today. This is probably due largely to the fact that it's already 5pm and really that's only 4 hours worth of work. :rolleyes:

I really am a hard boss.
 
Anyway, "Leave Your Hat on" is one of the alltime great love songs of alltime.


I lurve the sleaziness of Randy Newman's original studio recording of that track. He sounds like he's being backed by a strip-club band, and his voice drips with deviancy :)
 
By the end of the day I will have 4 child chemise finished and yet I feel like I haven't been very productive today. This is probably due largely to the fact that it's already 5pm and really that's only 4 hours worth of work. :rolleyes:

I really am a hard boss.
The worst thing about working for yourself.

You can't go on strike against the boss and you can't fire the employee.

*nods*
 
I'm feeling rather snarky today. It might be a good idea for me to avoid Lit for at least a few hours, lest I insult people I don't want to hurt.
Or, go hang out on the GB for awhile. Get all the snarkiness out of your system. They expect that kind of thing over there.
 
NO problemo. I loved the Shins from the first time I heard them. My younger friends get embarrassed for me because of some movie that they were mentioned in. But I don't watch many movies.

I ask them if they've actually listened to the Shins? No? Here, have one song.

And they have to admit it's hella musicianship.

Anyway, "Leave Your Hat on" is one of the alltime great love songs of alltime.

"Garden State" featured "New Slang." The Shins are beautiful.

By the end of the day I will have 4 child chemise finished and yet I feel like I haven't been very productive today. This is probably due largely to the fact that it's already 5pm and really that's only 4 hours worth of work. :rolleyes:

I really am a hard boss.

I just bet you are. When's your evaluation?

Its actually a form of self defense there.

Pepper spray. Take bear-strength pepper spray, and a tankard of bile as an offering. Oh, and loathe President Obama.
 
4 chemises 2 just need grommet closures and 2 need ribbon laced through the neck line

and

2 plaid over dresses just need grommets.

It would only take maybe another hour to have all 6 things done, but my allergies are going crazy again and I'm struggling to breath, so I have to take the stronger drugs which will knock me out.

Still I really got a lot done today.
 
I had a filling fall out of my mouth, so I went in today to get it taken care of. All I can say is thank God for Valium. Anyway, I got a shot in the back of my mouth, where your jaw connects with your head, and my mouth f'ing hurts. It's so swollen I can barely get my mouth open and my face throbs.

Lord, I hate dentists. :mad:

On the bright side, we're getting the ball rolling for getting me a partial plate, so by next month I should have all my teeth and won't have to be embarrassed when I laugh.
 
Yes! Nora Roberts did write some vampire books! The Circle Trilogy: Morrigan's Cross; Dance of the Gods; Valley of Silence, are the books she wrote. I read the first one because it was a BOTM in one of my many book clubs (not a kinky one, btw) Didn't expect to like it but I did. Strangely, I don't feel compelled to read the next one though. Hmm.

I've not read Eragon. I figured at 16 year old would never finish the trilogy and I'd wait before starting to read them. Not really into that kind of fantasy atm, maybe someday.

Totally agree with you about criticism and liking the artists. However I have to say the 50 Shades of Grey thing is really bugging the shit out of me just by being so ubiquitously threaded up. So much that I'm fairly certain it MUST BE CRAP! LOL

My only two reasons I've found for even considering the book as a read, maybe someday are:

1. Some people are trying to ban them. (This got me to read Harry Potter.)

2. Someone said they were shit like penthouse forum letters were shit. Well I quite enjoyed those letters when I found my Daddy's dirty magazines but my guess is the level of writing is actually far below that level. Just a guess.

I do not hate the writer of Eragon or the book, but I didn't like it. I felt like I was watching a watered down version of Lord of the Rings mixed with a few other books.



Criticism is a normal part of writing, acting, or singing. I don't like a lot of books and I won't watch a lot of people 'act', but I don't hate them. Why? Because no matter how much I read about them, I don't really know them.



Eh. Not so much. More like a pg13 version of Christine Feehan. I don't recall if Nora Robert has ever written vampire fiction. Plus, Nora Robert is a much better writer.
 
Let me see if I'm following you.

Your company isn't from this area.
You don't offer many services in this area.
You don't do much business in this area.
So you don't want to donate to a charity auction in this area.

But your a member of this areas chamber of commerce.

Yyyeeeeeeeaaaahhh, that makes all the sense in the world.
 
I had a filling fall out of my mouth, so I went in today to get it taken care of. All I can say is thank God for Valium. Anyway, I got a shot in the back of my mouth, where your jaw connects with your head, and my mouth f'ing hurts. It's so swollen I can barely get my mouth open and my face throbs.

Lord, I hate dentists. :mad:

On the bright side, we're getting the ball rolling for getting me a partial plate, so by next month I should have all my teeth and won't have to be embarrassed when I laugh.

I'm with you. Except for the nitrous. Good Lord, the revelations God has given me with the gift of nitrous. *sucks on inhaler, Dennis Hopper style*

Whenever I dread dentists I watch Cast Away. That usually makes me appreciate 'em.

Totally agree with you about criticism and liking the artists. However I have to say the 50 Shades of Grey thing is really bugging the shit out of me just by being so ubiquitously threaded up. So much that I'm fairly certain it MUST BE CRAP! LOL

Weeeeell, I finally broke down and started it. I'm not far in. But so far, my impressions are:

1. I've read BDSM series on Lit that are much better, and that aren't sparking as many media riots in the parking lot of the local mall. :confused:

2. Christian Grey is what happens when a four-slice stainless steel toaster dreams of being Tony Stark.
 
Yes! Nora Roberts did write some vampire books! The Circle Trilogy: Morrigan's Cross; Dance of the Gods; Valley of Silence, are the books she wrote. I read the first one because it was a BOTM in one of my many book clubs (not a kinky one, btw) Didn't expect to like it but I did. Strangely, I don't feel compelled to read the next one though. Hmm.

I haven't read those. I'll have to look into them.

The think that's awesome about NR is that you can read just one part of her trilogys (and she's got lots) and not really NEED to read the rest. Each of her books stands alone. The thing I've found with all NR books is that rarely would I say that they're the best read I've had in awhile, but they are never a waste of time. I always enjoy her books.

That said, check out Public Secrets (not part of a trilogy). I really really liked it, and you might, too.

I'm with you. Except for the nitrous. Good Lord, the revelations God has given me with the gift of nitrous. *sucks on inhaler, Dennis Hopper style*

Whenever I dread dentists I watch Cast Away. That usually makes me appreciate 'em.

Not me. I've had, and lived for years, with abscesses rather than go see a dentist. I've had teeth break in my mouth, down to the gum, and still refused to see a dentist. There is a reason they give me a script for valium for visits - I won't go otherwise. As it is it takes me months to work up the courage to just make the appointment. Then I usually chicken out on about half of those appointments before I actually get in. On the appointments I make, I take the valium and a vicodin a couple of hours beforehand, and shake and cry the entire time I'm there. If I get anything done more than a simple filling, they have to give me laughing gas, and then I still cry - but at least I hold still. My dislike of dentists isn't a fear or an aversion, I have a full blow phobia.
 
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.... Not me. I've had, and lived for years, with abscesses rather than go see a dentist. I've had teeth break in my mouth, down to the gum, and still refused to see a dentist. There is a reason they give me a script for valium for visits - I won't go otherwise. As it is it takes me months to work up the courage to just make the appointment. Then I usually chicken out on about half of those appointments before I actually get in. On the appointments I make, I take the valium and a vicodin a couple of hours beforehand, and shake and cry the entire time I'm there. If I get anything done more than a simple filling, they have to give me laughing gas, and then I still cry - but at least I hold still. My dislike of dentists isn't a fear or an aversion, I have a full blow phobia.
I know where you're coming from on the dentist phobia, gracie. I even know exactly where mine came from. At age 8 or 9, I was taken to an Army dentist. I had a cavity in one of the left side lower teeth. As he was drilling into the sucker to install a filling, he slipped the drill off the tooth surface and *into* the side of my tongue. Even partially numbed, it hurt like a @#$%^&*()*&^%@ BITCH! His response? "Oops," and had the corpsman (dental assistant) stick a gauze pad on it and hold the suction thingie next to it to suck up the blood. (For those of you who haven't experienced a puncture or cut to the tongue, they bleed like MFers.) The asshole didn't even say, "Sorry, kid," just "Oops."

I used to have to have general anesthesia (knock my ass out, or I'm not comin' in!) to have anything more than x-rays or a visual examination done. Even cleaning. The sound of the cleaning apparatus is too close to the sound of the drill (Duh! It's the same machine, but at a different speed!), and it's the sound of the drill, even when I'm wearing headphones and really really loud music, that gets to me. I can *hear* the drill as soon as it touches a tooth (bone conduction). Could NOT handle it.

A Navy dentist didn't believe me when I told him that when he said I needed a cleaning in bootcamp. He learned to believe me when I almost ripped the (male) hygienist's balls off as soon as the little whirling cleaning thingie touched my teeth. (They had given me headphones, so I was all right until then.) It was a complete and utter reflexive reaction when I did it, but I still could have gotten court-martialed over it. The only thing that saved my ass was that the chief dentist saw that I was still bone-white pale, sweating, and trembling ten minutes after it happened, and he agreed that it was a phobic reaction that I couldn't have controlled. They decided I didn't need my teeth cleaned *that* badly. (And besides, none of the hygienists would come within ten feet of me! I dunno whyyyy....)

I've gotten better. I can now let them pull a tooth, fill a tooth, clean teeth, even drill into the suckers with lots and LOTS of nitrous. I tell them to turn it all the freakin' way up. Then I very carefully suck the nitrous in through my nose and exhale through my mouth (max intake :D ). When I get *almost* to the point of passing out, my body automatically changes that to mouth + nose inhalations, the nitrous effects drop down a bit, and I start all over again as soon as I'm thinking clearly enough to realize I'm not getting enough nitrous. I still wear the headphones, though, and crank them up, too.

All this to tell you, gracie, I know where you're coming from, and I empathize most heartily. :rose:
 
I know where you're coming from on the dentist phobia, gracie. I even know exactly where mine came from. At age 8 or 9, I was taken to an Army dentist. I had a cavity in one of the left side lower teeth. As he was drilling into the sucker to install a filling, he slipped the drill off the tooth surface and *into* the side of my tongue. Even partially numbed, it hurt like a @#$%^&*()*&^%@ BITCH! His response? "Oops," and had the corpsman (dental assistant) stick a gauze pad on it and hold the suction thingie next to it to suck up the blood. (For those of you who haven't experienced a puncture or cut to the tongue, they bleed like MFers.) The asshole didn't even say, "Sorry, kid," just "Oops."

I used to have to have general anesthesia (knock my ass out, or I'm not comin' in!) to have anything more than x-rays or a visual examination done. Even cleaning. The sound of the cleaning apparatus is too close to the sound of the drill (Duh! It's the same machine, but at a different speed!), and it's the sound of the drill, even when I'm wearing headphones and really really loud music, that gets to me. I can *hear* the drill as soon as it touches a tooth (bone conduction). Could NOT handle it.

A Navy dentist didn't believe me when I told him that when he said I needed a cleaning in bootcamp. He learned to believe me when I almost ripped the (male) hygienist's balls off as soon as the little whirling cleaning thingie touched my teeth. (They had given me headphones, so I was all right until then.) It was a complete and utter reflexive reaction when I did it, but I still could have gotten court-martialed over it. The only thing that saved my ass was that the chief dentist saw that I was still bone-white pale, sweating, and trembling ten minutes after it happened, and he agreed that it was a phobic reaction that I couldn't have controlled. They decided I didn't need my teeth cleaned *that* badly. (And besides, none of the hygienists would come within ten feet of me! I dunno whyyyy....)


Yikes. I don't know where my phobia came from, when I was little I loved my dentists. But came it did, and it's only gotten worse the older I get. lol

I've gotten better. I can now let them pull a tooth, fill a tooth, clean teeth, even drill into the suckers with lots and LOTS of nitrous. I tell them to turn it all the freakin' way up. Then I very carefully suck the nitrous in through my nose and exhale through my mouth (max intake :D ). When I get *almost* to the point of passing out, my body automatically changes that to mouth + nose inhalations, the nitrous effects drop down a bit, and I start all over again as soon as I'm thinking clearly enough to realize I'm not getting enough nitrous. I still wear the headphones, though, and crank them up, too.

Oh, yes. That's how I do it, too. I've never managed to make myself fall asleep enough to miss them sticking that huge fucking needle in my mouth. The good dentists, the ones I'll keep seeing, know to move very slowly and warn me before they do anything or I jump a mile and scream (I think that's when they started to really believe me. On valium, I'm that tense.). I've had some idiots try to sneak the needle up on me, and for gosh sakes! It's fucking huge! It'd be like trying to sneak a baseball bat up on me. Idiots. :rolleyes:

All this to tell you, gracie, I know where you're coming from, and I empathize most heartily. :rose:

Thanks. Too often people think that I just have an anxiety or a slight nervousness. I've got plenty of those, I know the difference between an anxiety (like how I feel about small areas) and phobias.
 
I hate PMS. I hate swollen boobies. Blergh.

Mmmmmm reminds me of the fuck buddy I had a few years ago who had very big hands and a penchant for sadism. He'd wait until I had PMS-swollen boobies and then squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze them with ever-so-slowly-increasing pressure while looking me in the eye. :eek:

Yum.
 
Mmmmmm reminds me of the fuck buddy I had a few years ago who had very big hands and a penchant for sadism. He'd wait until I had PMS-swollen boobies and then squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze them with ever-so-slowly-increasing pressure while looking me in the eye. :eek:

Yum.

Yeeeeeeah.. That's one of the reasons why I hate them. He likes to do it too. The other reason is that none of my bras fit me when I have PMS boobies. Maybe I just should give in and buy one to wear on the swollen-boobie-days. Also, swollen boobies make any resemblance of sports uncomfortable.


On another note.. My sister-in-law made incredible rhubarb pie. So easy, so tasty.

Now it's time for some QI. Yay.
 
I had promised to be at L.A.Pride this weekend, for the "Erotic City" tent, so that there would be at least one Top woman around to flog curious lesbians.

But the predicted attendance is four hundred thousand people overall. And I'm betting four thousand trying to get into that tent. I'm pretty gregarious, but crowds that size in a space that enclosed trigger all kinds of panic reactions.

So I've bowed out. :(
 
I had promised to be at L.A.Pride this weekend, for the "Erotic City" tent, so that there would be at least one Top woman around to flog curious lesbians.

But the predicted attendance is four hundred thousand people overall. And I'm betting four thousand trying to get into that tent. I'm pretty gregarious, but crowds that size in a space that enclosed trigger all kinds of panic reactions.

So I've bowed out. :(

If I were them I would have offered to limit the tent occupancy to a crowd you were comfortable with. :nods definitively before running off to reserach "Erotic City":
 
I'm quite excited about my medium-to-long-term future.

Must be 25 years since I felt like this.
 
If I were them I would have offered to limit the tent occupancy to a crowd you were comfortable with. :nods definitively before running off to reserach "Erotic City":
Heh, if only I had that kind of juice with Christopher Street West...

I didn't promise this to the organisers, who are notoriously hard to get in touch with-- I talked about it on fetlife.
 
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