Linda Z
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She's beautiful, Rottie. What a sweet face!
I have Emma, a terrier-shepherd mix who's almost 4 years old. She's quite the clown and a sweet companion, even though a little hyperactive.
Then there's Molly, a grey-and-beige butterball of a kitty. (She was the replacement for what seemed like a clan of about a zillion mice who lived with me last year after my old cat died.)
She was abused before I got her, but she's gotten over her fear and knows this is HER house now.
Linda Z
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I tend to agree with Sudo.
The cynical me thinks this whole movement was started by unscrupulous dentists who want to charge people for replacing all their fillings. Maybe not. Maybe the movers and shakers behind it are completely sincere, but it's a possibility I can't ignore, given the obvious economical advantage of promoting replacement fillings.
On the other hand, those who suffer from chronic pain certainly are justified in checking out possible solutions that are off the medical beaten path.
Why do some alternative therapies/approaches work? Some are genuinely beneficial. Sometimes they're neither beneficial nor harmful, but people using them experience a placebo effect (they expect relief and they get it, just as some people taking "sugar pills" in a clinical trial get the same results as those getting the real pills). I think it's also possible, though, since each of us is different and has different sensitivities to different things, that some people get genuine symptom relief from using these things while some don't.
Dot, I say if you can afford to have all your fillings replaced and you want to go for it, then go for it. What can it hurt? (Well, it might hurt ...I mean what damage can it do?
Personally, I've already put a couple dentists' kids through college, and the thought of spending hours in the chair having all my fillings replaced is right up there with hitting my finger with a hammer.
Linda Z
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I can't watch that. *Ding* "woof woof woof!"
I can't watch Win Ben Stein's Money. *Ding* "woof woof woof!"
No matter how many times I tell EmmaDog, "Emma, it's the TV," she barks with every single solitary ding.
Of course, this is the same dog that sounds an alarm if she hears a leaf blow across the street 3 miles away. But can she hear me say, "Emma, come"? Nooooooooo. I swear, they're just like kids.
Dot, I can't imagine what it's like with 5 dogs doing that!!
Linda
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"I can not even get my husband to use the hamper, so I feel this astroid thing is beyond my capabilities."
I love it!
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Sorry, I'd forgotten to fix my profile after the move. My e-mail add is there now!
Linda
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I'd move Howard Stern and the Tom Green Show up to spots 2 and 3, and I'd add bowling, fishing and billiards.
Why isn't Duke's of Hazard on that list?
I agree about Hogan's Heroes. I thought it was hilarious...great cast.
I've never heard of lots of those shows. I must have been busy stringing chairs...guess it was good for something!
Linda Z
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Linzee stopped twirling and hopped off her stool. Still a little dizzy from her spin, she looked at excathedra and blinked. "I could have sworn she had bowling ball fragments in her hair." Linzee beckoned to the duck and the two of them, as stealthily as two masterminds behind a grand conspiracy (easily rivaling one of the plots Ron G had warned everyone about), tiptoed quietly over and peered into the dumpster.
Tom Litwin exclaimed, "Excathedra, when I said 'DUCK!' I meant 'DUCK!'not 'HEY, LOOK AT THAT DUCK!' He gallantly gave her his hand and pulled her out of the mess.
As Chuck's Duck and linzee busied themselves with picking bowling-ball shards from Excathedra's hair, laleo shoved all the cafe tables to one end of the room, put $5 in the jukebox and started dancing, beckoning everyone to join her.
The cafe was alive with the sound of...
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In my simplistic way of thinking, when people disagree on ideas or issues, that's a debate, or an argument. When they call each other names or call into question each other's mental health, manhood, integrity, etc., it's a fight.
Debates I like. I admit to sticking my nose into my share, both here and in my life away from here. Fights I don't like much, because instead of being an exchange of ideas and opinions, they're generally an exchange of insults and generalizations.
While fights might settle down and lose their heat, I don't really think they settle anything. The one who appears to win a fight is the one with the most words and the most relentlessness to keep pounding away until achieving the coveted Last Word.
Debates might not change anyone's mind either, but I like the way they challenge me to challenge my own thinking.
I don't really think a special place is needed for debates, even if they get a bit heated. But name calling is already against the rules, so fights (by my definition, and of course I'm right! ) ought to be easy enough to avoid if people will just think a minute before shooting off the insults.
Paraphrasing one of Satori's points, it's possible to look the other way when passing a trainwreck, but few people do. We must like conflict, we humans. Football, boxing, baseball, soccer, political debates--isn't the popularity of all these things based on our tendency to want to take sides?
Linda Z
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As Excathedra worked feverishly on the bi-biography, the rest of the partiers--who were hiding under various tables around the room, poised to spring like panthers at the unsuspecting birthday boy the moment he entered--started to grouse.
"Where is he?" queried Litwin with a groan, trying desperately to pull his left hand out from under the lethal heel of one of Ryebred's stylish red stilettos.
Ryebred, daintily lifting her foot to free her old friend's paw, in the process lifted the table they were crouched under, sending the absent guest of honor's birthday cake flying ... flying ... flying ... flying....flying....flying....right through a nearby open window.
Plotinus, ready for a break anyway, hastily leapt to his feet and looked out the window to see where the cake had landed. "Maybe there's a stupid-human-tricks spot on Letterman in this for us," he mused, expecting to see the frothily frosted cake kersplaaaaat on the sidewalk or on someone's head or on top of a passing car.
"That's funny," Plotty said, turning away from the window. "The cake is gone. Not even a smudge of frosting marks the sidewalk below."
Suzie, crawling out from beneath her coffee table hideout, whispered (stickily), "In case anyone cares, the ice cream has melted."
Linda Z sighed heavily, half-inflating her party noisemaker, and started to cry.
"Oh drats," muttered laleo. "This birthday party appears to be a bust. We so wanted to surprise Chuck on his big day. But we have no Chuck," she sniffled.
Just then the group of well wishers heard a loud, rustling noise outside the door. All eyes flew toward the source of the commotion. The door burst open with a clatter, and in flew Chuck's Duck, puffing on his little stub of a cigar for all he was worth, cussing like a sailor after a downing a gallon jug of cheap wine and wiggling his ducky *** in an attempt to untangle the huge HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHUCK!color=red> banner tied to his tailfeathers.
"Sheesh, couldn't you people afford a damned airplane to pull this @#%-in' thing?" grumped the duck, sputtering. "It wasn't enough that I had to fly under Homeland Security Radar, which ain't easy for a duck of my um, er, uh prosperous physique. Oh nooooo. I also had to pull THIS thing. It weighs a freekin' TON! Where's my martini? where's the bathroom? Do you know what air traffic is like around here at this time of day? Where's Chuck? Why I oughta...."
"Calm down, Ducky," whispered Ryebred soothingly, playfully showing Chuck's Duck a little well-turned ankle and batting her eyelashes at him.
Chuck's Duck melted into the puddle of ice cream and sighed himself into infatuated bliss beside Suzie. Nothing better to do, they entertained themselves by smearing the gooey melted ice cream onto each other's faces and giggling.
Plotinus took another look out the window, just to make sure his eyes hadn't been playing tricks on him.
"Hey, everyone! He's here!" exclaimed Plotinus, scrambling to duck under the pool table.
Laleo quickly flicked off the lights and shooshed Suzie and the Duck sternly.
In walked the Man of the Hour, carrying...
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And okay, Grizz, I'll bite. What's an "Indian Sex Rock"?
The glowing LZ
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Now I have to figure out what to do with it!
Damn, the stuff I buy at estate sales sometimes. It was a nostalgia thing. As a kid I used to hound my dad to buy me those little boxes of rocks while traveling out west. Never saw one before with uranium in it.
I wonder if it's possible that it was "deactivated" somehow. I just looked at the box again, and there's a sticker with a 7-digit phone number on it, so I doubt it's any earlier than the 50s. I'd think they'd have known better by then than to sell radioactive material!
I guess the good news is that, just in case, I have kept the lid on the box and have only looked in there a few times. (Am I glowing yet?}
If I really should get rid of it, we have a city number to call for disposal of hazardous materials. I guess maybe that would be the way to go, if they don't laugh me off the phone. I'm sure they're accustomed to dealing with chemicals and boxes of WWII bullets that people find while cleaning out their elderly fathers' garages.
Thanks again,
Linda
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I'm hoping Zixar or one of the other scientific brains on here can answer this for me. (Please don't laugh!)
In addition to the rocks I've accumulated over the years, I have an old souvenir-type rock "collection"--the kind sold at tourist traps in the 40s and 50s (and probably earlier), with samples of various rocks and minerals mounted and labeled on a piece of cardboard in a flat box.
Included is a piece of uranium. I don't know much about earth sciences, so please bear with me if this is a silly question: Does that piece of uranium pose any sort of a health risk to humans or small animals? It's small, only about an inch long by a half-inch across.
Thanks to anyone can help the geologically challenged!!
Linda
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It's always refreshing to read about genuine heroes.
Another thing that hit me is that back then, players played because they loved the game. They weren't demanding 7- and 8-figure contracts, and I don't even know if they had agents. Their salaries weren't way out of line with other working people.
And FireB, thanks for sharing that slice of your life. It's always good to get to know more about each other than just our twi experiences.
Linda
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How 'bout a thread for excellent GS one-liners? I so often see a phrase or a sentence here that succinctly says something so funny or so wise or so inspiring that I think it deserves to be quoted outside the thread it's in.
I've thought of doing this for months, but I saw one this morning that I'm gonna kick this off with:
From Yanagisawa, describing twi top dogs: "the half-mint eating, clove sucking aristocracy."
I loved that. What a vivid mind picture!
Anyone got more of these? I'm not looking for whole posts repeated here. Just single phrases or sentences that, in a few words, speak volumes.
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Years ago, back in the days of DOS and BBSes and Usenet, the Net was acting really sluggish for most of one day. I was chatting with a scientist friend and said (totally joking), "Sheesh, what's the problem, sunspots"? He (totally serious) said "Well, yes, it could be that, or it could be...[some other explanation]." I was floored, because I had no inkling that sunspots really migt be to blame.
Maybe those years in the Joe Berg Science Club in high school had finally paid off! (What can I say? The ratio of boys to girls in that club was VERY favorable for the girls, and I always liked the brainy types!)
Linda Z
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Rejoicing with you, Hopefull!!
May your recovery be easy and speedy.
xo,
Linda
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...to our first GS baby!
We were there (well, sorta) for the courtship, the engagement, the wedding and the glad tidings of a new life to come. Can't believe he's a year old already.
Hurry with those photos!!
Happy b'day, Kristopher George!!
Linda Z
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Sorry I'm a day late. Hope your b'day was a blast ... and there was a wedding??? How do I miss all this stuff? Congrats to your son and to you, mom-in-law!!
Love,
Linda
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Exc, hope you're having the very best b'day ever today. You're terrific!!
Love xoxo,
Linda
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What a chilling description of the behavior of a bunch of people who have deluded themselves into thinking they speak for God.
I'm glad you and your son are doing well. God is truly bigger than all the small-minded, paranoid would-be bigshots out there, that's for sure!
Linda Z
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I'm praying for you Hopefull, and for those who'll be doing your surgery.
Love,
Linda
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I'm so happy it went well!! That's great news. Now we can pray for a speedy recovery from the surgery. What a relief for his mom and dad and family!!
Love,
Linda
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He's having surgery for a serious condition on Tuesday, and he and Mr. & Mrs. Duck and the rest of the family could sure use your prayers.
I'm praying that all goes better than we could begin to ask or even think.
xo,
Linda
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Yep, Dot, the bells on Wheel of fortune and Ben Stein are both close to the sound of my doorbell.
Good thing those aren't my favorite game shows!
Linda