@all of you with "ohmygawd I can nawwwwt NOT FLUSHEWEWEWEWEWEW!"

Reminds me a bit of Nino Orlandi (Nino Orlandi - Scultore per passione on FB - I don't have a handy link) — though he works in wood. Some of his stuff amazes me.

I hear what you're saying.

Yeah. 'Zactly. And, aside from puberty, our culture.

Indeed: sometimes blue eyes are weeeiiiird. I see weirdly well in the dark. But driving with oncoming headlights, add in the 'noise' of alternating streetlights (like on the freeway) and toss in the glitter of raindrops? HALP!! I HATE night driving.

I'm so sorry: Root canals with no insurance are HORRIBLE...I just went there. This is NOT OPTIMAL, but I did go to the health department, who said I could do part there, part at University Teaching Hospital, and back there for the finish. I don't recall the cost. I did _finally_ find someplace that not only had a…

My regular doc's last name is Ramsbottom. Seriously. It's so unfortunate. My own last name is inconvenient, but when I have my last name, and _her_ last name to contend with in the pharmacy? It's pitiful.

I get 'zactly what you are saying; it's an Emma thing — if you watch Easy A 10,000 times (don't judge; that's my go-to feel-good flick when I hate humanity and want to get stabby), her mouth is often kinda melo-melolabially. (There are insults I emma-mouth-ize and lip-sync to myself and imagine saying to various…

Actually, I took *my time* to make a "long comment" that was positively _not_ condescending in an attempt to explain the frustration felt, perhaps, on both sides; you can read it, or not, and I certainly never suggested you re-read posts.

I never 1-asked for your apology. 2-told you to stay silent. 3-said anything about you telling anyone to fuck off. 4-I do think you are getting somewhere when you speak to "listening..."

"It may well be that I am an awful person, I have never claimed not to be so I have no understanding of why that is relevant."

Absolutely! My folder of drafts for parts of my thesis has documents like 'draft2wtfuck' and 'fuckingciterefs-oldresearch'. I have a draft of a jez reply that was 'wtficantevenanymore'.

I agree — because, here's the thing — for a _lot_ of the 'olds' here (me being one of them) high school was (also) hellish, and while yes: the kids in these may be white. or rich. or "the kids". or WHATEVER — and I don't deny that or say that's okay (at least, to exclude etc. etc. etc.), but this *never* would have…

That made me so happy, I can't even say. Gives me hope for at least a couple of hundred teenagers. And, I needed that today. :)

We used to drive up to Vancouver when I was a kid to visit the stepmonster's mother, and this was the marvelous consolation that I received for these horrid trips. LOVE this stuff. I remember being gifted one of the HUGE bars for Christmas one time. Didn't regret a moment of the sticky goodness. Of course, that was…

THESE!!!!!!!!!! Yes, I can eat a bag as well. It's so wrong it's right. And, the bar version doesn't compare to the truffle version. Sure, it's good, but the melty middle is heaven. I have eaten myself sick, sick of them, and back again.

The thing with the Butterfinger? It's like Dots: one has to somehow find the magical "Fresh" ones. The fresh Butterfingers are indeed crispity crunchity, and don't pull the dental work (and any other molars that may be not seated with perfection in your skull) from your head. Grab one that has been there for more…

I always forget (then remember with much hilarity) that Japanese candies have some crazysauce flavors. When I first took Japanese a Very Long Time Ago, the instructor brought some candies with unnamed flavors. They must have been akin to edamame etc. ackackackackack. I'd imagine, however, small tots would feel the…

Oh, and... http://www.saveur.com/gallery2/White…

I'm so sorry for your loss...