Selkie

I definitely wonder about the years in a person's life when I didn't know them, childhood years especially. Whenever that person shares some little reminiscence, memento, or whatever, from those times, it's almost always both unexpected and exactly what I would expect, all at the same time.

If you guys want a good one, ask Charlie K how he envisions me as a child.... (it's OK, Charlie, you can tell them.)

Major Congratulations, Evil Family!!!

He he he. If there isn't a Kermit the Frog cult already, someone needs to develop one!

A one and only. You guys know me - can you imagine any couple, even one as insane as those who spawned me, could have handled two linoleum lizards?

How should I asnswer the question of whether Charles Kondek should resign when I don't know in favor of whom he should resign?

World'll still be here. Nature will still be here. People will still be here. The world will be more terrible and more beautiful than we can imagine.

After all, in 1900 people were predicting that it would no longer be scandalous for an unescorted woman to visit Paris....

Looking at these results, I see I'm just as picky about my partners as my reputation suggests. Hmmm....

Since none of the poll choices would make me younger, I went with the 1950's. My parents - and a startling number of friends and relatives - believe emphatically that if I'd come of age in the 1960's, I would have founded my own religion and had a mass of followers. I'd like to test that theory.

Jealousy of attentions paid to an SO? No. Either I trust them, or we have a conversation.

Jealousy of other things? My green-eyed monster is so big he has a name (Frank, in case you're wondering). Frank certainly casts a covetous eye at many material possessions, but most of what he lusts for are much subtler than one would expect.

Mind you, as Frank is kept safely muzzled and chained in the basement, few people realize he exists.

I'm already one of the undead. Why would zombies bother?

Did he say if he liked it? "Damn, this yank put a lot of bollocksy shit on this CD. And what's with this nutsack song?"

 

Let's face it, the nutsack song is the official STH anthem.

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That reminds me ... I believe you (or was it Raoul) promised me a CD, and I do believe the Nutsack song was s mentioned.

kinki, if you (or anyone else) are so inclined, you can contact the teacher directly. Her address is in one of the links below, or PM me and I'll send it to you. I know she'd welcome anything anyone could send, be it in the form of money, books, letters from people who live in exciting places (which pretty much consists of "anywhere that's not Birmingham AL") et cetera.

A link from the only other message board I frequent (they did, subsequently repleneish the stock of stolen books). (and yes, I feel really stupid for not searching the old posts on the MB regarding what they were looking for - blame the horribly slow hamsters at SDMB who result in a lot of people, myself included, forgetting that the board even has a search function).

Here's some background on the program and what they're looking for

And here's some more

Poor Malin.

Thanks everyone! I've been able to pick up ten Animorphs books very cheaply, along with an equal amount of random other books and a bunch of school supplies, too. I'm keeping a list of the other recommendations for use in future shopping expeditions. I frequently hit resale shops and such while on antiquing expeditions, so this will be something else to keep an eye out for.

You two have MADE LISTS about this? :o

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Of course. In my case in particular, it's only prudent. All indications are that I'm not destined for a long and healthy life. Even if I weren't on powerful medications that can cause a very messy and unpleasant death (an unlikely, but not unheard of possibility), there's always the risk of being smashed a runaway bus. Heck, my life's already been saved by a well-built car once before.

My life is a complicated one. I lead a series of almost completely unconnected lives, both socially and geographically. Should something happen to me, there's almost no chance that Person A would be able to contact Person B, even if they knew that Person B existed. With that in mind, there's a brief contact list with the e-mail addresses, telephone numbers, and URLs, of everyone whom I think should know about my demise. STH is on that list.

In addition, most of my assets are in the form of antiques that are often not easily identifiable. That's how and why I was able to buy them in the first place. My family would be hopelessly lost determining the identity and value of most of them, and I want them to receive the full value of everything I leave behind. I'll be damned if my 19thC Nymphenburg porcelain Mene Setter is going to wind up selling for $5 at a garage sale because his mark is faint and would be recognizable only to a specialist.

There's a spreadsheet - and accompanying photo CD - of everything not easily identifiable to beginners and/or in my book, data on how much I paid for each item and what I think it's worth, notations regarding professional restorations they might miss, and a list of specialists assigned to each category of my collectibles.

I knew Selkie did. Selk, remember, that's one (but only one) reason why I called you that last time. But only one reason, the other was just to chat. And next time I'm in Illinois, let's just say Raoul will be making an appearance...

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Been meaning to catch up with you via telephone, and we'll have to get in touch some time soon. I'll eagerly await the appearance of Raoul, as well! 8-)

Speaking as the forum member who is probably the most likely to drop dead unexpectedly, I will mention that contacting STH is on the list of "things to do after I'm dead" that have been given to the primary person in charge of assisting my family.

No floor covering could withstand the power of Kung Fu Baby!!

(Adorable piece, Pooka!)

Sometimes the best way to make one's self less miserable is to embrace the pain, and push it to the most extreme level possible before even trying to cheer up. Works for me. Might be a method that works for Christian, too.

He he he.... I'd be happy to explain my actions, but I promise the mundane truth is very disappointing compared to your undoubtedly vivid imaginations!

 

1. My mother takes a daily dose of rat poison, by perscription, that causes her to bleed profusely. She doesn't remember spraying blood on the shower curtain, but was assume it was here.

 

2. The adult life sized skeleton was being used as a Christmas prop, complete with santa hat and necklace. It as time to put away all the decorations, and I found a new and better storage location in the wicker chest next to the sofa where we store the old blankets

Told you the truth was boring!

Many thanks, and keep those recommendations coming. Glad to hear that basic school supplies will be sufficient. Those I can easily pick up cheaply in bulk.

Wolvy, do you know what age group R.L. Stine's "Fear Street" books are geared toward? I assume they're like the Goosebumps books but for a slightly older audience? I saw a bunch of those at a local discount store. I never even thought to pick up the Animorphs books they were racked with, but I'll definitely pick some of those up.

And LOL @ wedding gifts being sold to send Bibles to the Congo!

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I so wish I were kidding about that story, but sadly, it's true. Worst of all, many of the attendees were more or less coerced into attending for business reasons, didn't share the couple's faith, and were generally appalled at what their money was being spent on. Then again, this was a couple that used the theme to the Godfather for the first dance....

My recent efforts to be generous and charitable have not ended well. Presents to a needy family stolen. Wedding gifts intended to help a couple start their life together being sold to send translations of the New Testament to "natives in the Congo." That sort of thing. Nevertheless, I feel like taking advantage of after-Christmas sales to help people who would benefit. I've decided to fall back on one of my old standbyes, a literacy program in Birmingham Alabama that teaches the poorest kids (which, in Birmingham, really says something) and gives them books and such. This is one instance where I indirectly know one of the teachers involved, and I know the group has been checked out. What I give her will make it to people who need it.

I asked her what the program needed, and she said anything I can spare to send her. She's especially looking for books for 10-12 year old kids (with the caution that they're all reading below their grade level), school supplies, and the like. She recommended Goosebumps books, puzzle books, and anything featuring "fairy tale princesses."

Goosebumps are a nice, specific recommendation. The rest? Umm... I never was a 10-12 year old child, even during those years from 10 to 12. I don't even have the first clue what are appropriate school supplies for that age group, aside from paper, pencils, and pens. I don't even have ready access to parents of kids that age to ask.

Anyone care to help out with recommendations? Pretty please?

I so envy Pooka's night out.

I had to wash blood out of a shower curtain. Then I had to determine whether a human skeleton would fit in a wicker chest. IT did, as long as the legs were detached at the hips. I then placed the disarticulated skeleton inside, securely nestled inside some old blankets.

Is it any wonder I'm a little strange? :huh:

Ugh, how do they do it? By falling asleep? Does it have more than one heat setting? Did they leave it on full blast from blowing glass with it just before excising a hood? I mean, how can someone fuck up so badly? Scary...truly...

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IIRC, in the case discussed in the book, there was an electrical malfunction and, well ... instant flash-fried penis. There wasn't even anything left of his member, and later the doctors decided it would be in his best interest to remove his testes as well.

The really REALLY scary thing is that having his organs fried and chopped out wasn't even the worst stuff that happened to him. To really screw things up required a psychiatrist who was one sick fuck.

I wonder why we snip'um in America. Does anyone know?

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Because sex is bad and cleanliness is next to godliness. Or something.

Honestly, I'm surprised that only 60% of American men are circumcised. In my, um, "experience" (which doesn't include men's locker rooms) the percentage is a lot higher than that. Then again, I do tend to wind up with a disproportionate number of Jewish men.

Gentlemen, if you ever want a deeply scary tale of what can go wrong in a circumcision, read As Nature Made Him. Deeply disturbing on so many levels, even when one discounts the hypothesis that the author tries to ram down reader's throats. The book provides lots of details about the accident. It involves burning with a medical instrument that sounds suspiciously like a curling iron.