I’ve received no response from WhizBang yet. What a surprise. Yesterday, however, the number of visits from WhizBang abruptly dropped to zero. I find that interesting, but it proves nothing. Based on comments many of you left for me yesterday, I decided to shoot out a follow-up e-mail to our snoopy friends this morning: From…
Helene. Told two years ago she’d never walk again, she got pissed at the doctor who made the pronouncement and decided to prove him wrong. Today’s torture session is proof of just how wrong that blasted doctor was. She’s four foot eleven inches of exuberant energy. She’s very nice, very encouraging, and very demanding. *sigh*…
The Professor is a funny mix of experience and lack thereof. He’s lived and studied abroad, he’s got an advanced degree in mathematics, he’s well into writing a six volume science fiction series, and he didn’t know that those whirly-gig seeds that come from maple trees, sycamores, ash and the like are called “keys”. He’s…
*sigh* I feel like somebody’s raining on my parade. Fury22 and doppelganger have both added music to their diaries. This means I can no longer risk opening those at work. (Before anyone tells me to simply turn off my sound, I need to leave it on because I need incoming mail alerts. Not only that,…
I am sweet, like Sugar. I am all sweetness and light; fluffy bunnies and dancing fairies; happiness and joy. Too much of me will make you sick. What Flavour Are You? Well, at least if I weren’t sugar I’d be chocolate: I am Chocolate Flavoured. I am sweet and a little bit naughty. I am…
Music doesn’t make life worth living, but like spices added to cooking, it makes life taste better. I went into a local used/new CD store yesterday for Norha Jones “Feels Like Home”. They had it on sale there. I also walked out with Alan Parsons Project, two REM’s, a They Might be Giants, and a…