Window screens. You could solve your hideous summer evening mosquitos-in-the-house problem very neatly by the simple usage of window screens.

(Seriously, anyone got any investment capital? Some entrepreneurial soul could make an absolute fortune selling these crazy American contraptions.)

If I complained of someone suffering from Mensa syndrome, would you know what I'm talking about? Is it common usage?

Edit: The definition according to google is a bit more concerned with the effect on person suffering from it, and less with the external symptoms which I apparently find so agitating.

Oh, that is SUCH bullshit. I remember all of you, all of you women and medical professionals who have kindly told me that particular little white lie, and I swear, I'm going to hunt you down and feed your thumbs through a meat grinder. Just as soon the oxycodone kicks in enough for me to stand up.

This action has done deep, irreparable damage to your karma. I hope you know that.

Stop that. Seriously.

IN MADISON STOP HAVE MIGRAINE STOP SEND ICE PACKS AND CHOCOLATE COMMA ALL MY LOVE COMMA JACKIE

(seriously, I had so much work to get through this week before I could go to wiscon, I almost wished I could just stay home.) (I did have a brief period of honest-to-gosh pre-wiscon anticipatory excitement on Sunday night. From about 11pm until 1:30am. ( Read more... )

1.) Push-ups. I got sick of only being able to do five or six "real" push-ups, so I tried doing the girlie ones. I managed to do twenty. And I hated each and every one of them ( Read more... )