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So there is an article in this week's Economist - Youthful Spirits. It's primarily about how "...the blood of young animals... may be able to ameliorate at least some of the effects of ageing..." which, yeah okay, that's a pretty big MAY there, guys. But the best part of the article (after the line, No jokes about vampires, please) is a description of parabiosis experiments carried out by a dentist named Kamrin in the 1950s. Essentially, he cut a small bit of skin from each of two rats, then sutured them together at the site of the wounds. He discovered that in a matter of weeks the animals' blood vessels began to merge, and the animals essentially ended up sharing a circulatory system. All well and good, but (1) the point of these experiments was to prove that sugar causes tooth decay (no, really, this was the best experimental design he could come up with to prove that) and (2) the revelation that the technique was "...kind of gross and crude..." and that the rats "...unsurprisingly, were not always keen on the procedure."

Rats had an opinion on being sewn to other rats? Yeah, go fig.

And scientists wonder why people have trouble trusting them.


In happier news, Sean Spicer resigned. (Apparently over a matter of principle - no, really) Who had Friday, July 22 2017 before 12 noon in the pool??


Who writes these headlines?

Minnesota Girl Has Surgery after Being Bitten Severely in the Lake.

Which part of her is the lake??


Cinvidiosa sent this my way : Puritan Names.

She's going to be Job-Raked-Out-of-The-Ashes Invidiosa from now on and I am going to be Search-the-Scriptures Wilde.

How about you?


Maybe need Puritan Names For A New Age.

I propose:

Eschew-Facebook Smith
Flee-Snapchat Jones
Erase-Those-Nude-Selfies Lee
Embrace-Mass-Transit Bexington-Smythe
Climate-Change-Is-a-Real-Thing Fumble-Dunce (of the Newquay Fumble-Dunces, natch)
Flash-Flood-of-Mosquitoes Wonderhourse

Any ideas?

I made a thing. Feel free to tell me how unspeakably awesome it is:
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I made Chocolate Swiss Meringues today.  (Not to be confused with Swiss chocolate meringues, which are something else altogether.  Probably) I found the recipe in a copy of Family Circle from 1987 (and I don't see it on-line anywhere - are there really things that are not on-line?  How is that even a thing?)  I'd never made Swiss meringue before and thought, what the hell, you only live once - you should have SOME sugar burns to show for it.

I have four egg yolks I have to figure out some use for.  My life is so glamourous!
This facing page ad for Kmart in said 1987 magazine made it immediately clear that we are ALL GETTING OLD.

Again, you're welcome.
Alfonso Ribiero won Dancing with the Stars. I have never seen this show, but even I know the guy is a professional dancer.  How does that even work?
I am not a huge Joni Mitchell fan.  I think she's written a lot of very good songs, but her voice gives me the heebie-jeebies (full disclosure - my voice would no doubt give her - and just about any one - the heebie-jeebies).  That said, I had to love this:

Joni Mitchell Thinks Taylor Swift Has "High Cheekbones" and Not Much Else to Offer as an Actress

Ouch. Something to be said for just not giving a shit.  Go Joni!
Hubby's home.  Must go feed him meringues.
maybe_amanda101: (adopt a tribble)
I was at the thrift store, and there was a typewriter. It was smallish, portable, and orange and cream, so probably from the early to mid seventies, possibly earlier.  It was also Russian.  Well, okay, it was made in Yugoslavia (remember Yugoslavia? Second only to Czechoslovakia in the "Coolly named place that isn't there anymore" contest) but the script was Cyrillic.  It looked like this:

I wanted it.  I wanted it with the fiery passion of 12, perhaps 13, burning suns.  But there was no price tag.  So I took it to the cash.

"How much is this?" I asked.  "There's no price tag."

The raven-haired girl with the pierced ears, nose, brow, cheek and bloank expression flipped it over and under and around and around.  "There's no price tag," she informed me.

'Yes, I know.  Can you find out what the price is?"

"We can't sell it if it doesn't have a sticker."

"Yes, I know.  Can you get someone to put a sticker on it?"

"No, sorry, we can't do that."

"Okay fine, call the manager, maybe she can tell us what the price is."

The manager was called.  "It doesn't have a price tag," she explained.

"Yes, I see that," I said.  "Can you tell me what the price would be if it had a price tag?"

"No, sorry, I can't.  This will have to go back into inventory.  Sorry!"

So, I don't have the Cyrillic typewriter, and I'm never shoping there again. Dammit.

Today's topic is:

What's your favorite headline/blog post title you've ever written? What was the hardest post to title?

Well, this is a dumb topic.

I suppose it's 221XF. It was kinda clever.  A bit. Sorta. Okay, I had to call it something.
There is probably a spell checker on LJ somewhere, but I can't find it.  If one of you would be so kind...
The weather was insane today:  16C  and windy as hell.  I fear finding dislodged shingles in the backyard come morning. Tomorrow is supposed to be miserable and colder.  Yay.
The futiliity of existence is really starting to get to me.
It's a month until Christmas.  Whooppee!
Tired of doing really useful things?  Make an electronic snowflake instead!
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I realize we only fell back an hour, but it feels like so much more. I could happily sleep for a week or two. Who the hell decided we needed to save daylight? Or that we even could?

(This reminds me of an "experiment" I conducted in 11th grade physics class. I set an open jar on the window sill and told the teacher - Mrs. Lee-Poy, lovely woman with a remarkable sense of equanimity - that I was attempting to catch photons. (She rolled her eyes. I had that effect on no small number of teachers). I never caught a single particle, nor was the jar knocked over by a massive wave, proving, to my satisfaction, that light was neither a particle nor a wave, but probably involved wizards and/or pixies acting in some as yet unspecified way. BOOM! This is how science gets done, people!)

It was sunny and cold today, which beats gloomy and cold by a long chalk. All the Japanese maples in the neighbourhood are stunning at the moment. Looking at them is an excuse, if not exactly a reason, to leave the house.

All the Halloween stuff is half-price. Consequently, my husband felt compelled to buy one of these hats, for having:


Not my actual husband, just some guy in a stunning foam lobster hat.

They had a bunch of these Chris March foam wigs. They are great.

I also scored a box of 95 Skittles products for $5. Don't judge - I will put them in Christmas crackers (the English kind, not the Ritz/Keebler Elves kind. Yuck.) if I don't need all 95, well, we'll cross that bridge when our expanded hips come to it, won't we?

Dr. Who is lovely and dark right now. I kinda like it that way. But someone needs to feed Peter Capaldi a cookie.

Tomorrow, there will be a topic! A real topic! All hail conformity!
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My husband gave me a tablet (Samsung Galaxy something or other) because I told him I wanted something with all the fun stuff of a smart phone without anyone actually being able to call me and whine on it.  (I'm like that.  Humans.  Feh.)

I've just spent an hour (plus) squinting and swearing in its general direction. I have a sore throat and a horrible headache.

Yay technology! Only not so much.
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I declare this a victory!!!!!!

(So done with winter....)
maybe_amanda101: (busting_moves) much farther can he get from Billy Bob without actually being in Alison's lap?

See what I mean? )

Also, this:
Scully Fest: 14-23 February 2014
maybe_amanda101: (tardis)
An adult Doctor!  A real true grown-up!

And a terrific actor into the deal.  :D

Now if they could just lose the perky little companions for a while...
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'Britishisms' Creeping into American English

Who knew?  Oh wait, me.   {And some of those Britishisms have been Canadianism since, like, forever.  And Dr. Who and Sherlock and Being Human (the good one) and Luther and, weirdly, Doc Martin, have messed up my vocab way more than Downton Abbey ever could, yeah?}

And who deliberately reads The Daily Mail? 

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  "I think that all writing is useful for honing writing skills. I
   think you get better as a writer by writing, and whether that means that
   you’re writing a singularly deep and moving novel about the pain or
   pleasure of modern existence or you’re writing Smeagol-Gollum slash
   you’re still putting one damn word after another and learning as a

   (I just made that up. I imagine it would go something like: “Oh, the
   preciouss, we takes it our handssses and we rubs it and touchess it,
   gollum….no, Smeagol musst not touch the preciousss, the master said
  only he can touch the precioussss…. bad masster, he doess not know the
   precious like we does, no, gollum, and we wants it, we wants it hard in
   our handses, yesss…” etc etc)"

----- Neil Gaiman on fanfiction
The man's a smarty every day...
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...shoulda been better.  Just sayin'.

Also, I was in Pittsburgh last week. The bits I saw (very few) were lovely, and also there was flash flooding (by its very nature, less lovely).  

We went to FALLINGWATER.  It was awesomely awesome. "Better than 'Fright Night?'" I hear you ask.

Yeah.  And it didn't even have any half-naked David Tennant, so go fig.

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If not, why not?  It's about the most beautiful thing ever put on film.  The acting is fabulous, the writing is sharp (if not a little bizarre) and visually, it's just stunningly gorgeous. (The scene with the carpet - THE SCENE WITH THE CARPET!!)

I got it at the public library and it's apparently all over netflix, so it's not hard to find. (It's a tiny bit longer than it needs to be, but, well, once a beta...) 

Really, give it a shot.  It's not like a lot of things you've seen before or are likely to see again.

maybe_amanda101: (Default) the greatest  man who ever lived.  Every grade school, public building, and enclosed space in North America (at least!) should be named in his honour. 

Which is to say is 32 degrees C, feels like 43 degrees C, but NOT IN MY HOUSE.

Come thither?  You betcha!

I hope he got stupidly wealthy.

maybe_amanda101: (no_just_no_scully)
This week's Torchwood sucked.

And Doris Egan wrote it.

Let's pretend it's a coincidence, shall we?
maybe_amanda101: (fangirly_joy)

I got the sweetest compliment today:

...congrats for making me blush while reading fic on the subway, which apparently not even X/Y medfet noncon can do!

I guess all that's left is climbing Everest and visiting the space station. By dragon.   
maybe_amanda101: (hhg)
~~~It's Towel Day!~~~

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (the book, not the abysmal, horrid, really bad and quite awful movie) changed my life in about 16 meaningful ways, among them - first serious boyfriend, first serious fling, first non-serious fling, second, third, and fourth non-serious flings (that was a busy summer). It also got me the only A+++ I ever received at university, so the the Type-A girl who lives inside my slacker-self loves it even more. I have probably read it fifty times. I will probably read it fifty more - it is my go-to 'I've had enough of reading this pretentious crap' book; it is the printed equivalent of chocolate ice cream with Hershey's syrup (from the can, not the squeeze bottle), mashed potatoes, tea and cinnamon toast, and any other comfort food you could name.

When people say they don't get, I genuinely feel bad for them.

And, yeah, of course I know where my towel is.
maybe_amanda101: (busting_moves)
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From the Weakerthans Left and Leaving

Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me:
a blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest,
the best parts of Lonely, duct-tape and soldered wires,
new words for old desires,
and every birthday card I threw away.

Why? Read it! It's fucking brilliant, that's why.
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So I am posting my favourite poem.

Someone wrote it specifically for me about ten years ago, so I love it to weird little pieces.

I sing the song
of the black carpet purse
of large bellies
and fat cheeks
of thin white arms
and long pointed noses
oh lipless one
I sing of thee!
your alien-like forehead
excites me
makes my heart flutter

Oh David
wear twelve dirty wrinkled shirts for me!
I long to put you both inside
the Furry Purse of Love!
the lining is vinyl
and you will sweat
all over Dean -

Like DH Lawrence
I most desire
what anyone else
with any sense
would throw away.

----W Swan


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