And this is good, how?

Mr DeLay, a Republican, described the ICC as "[UN Secretary General] Kofi Annan's kangaroo court" - a "shady idea... of laughable legitimacy".

"The ICC presents a clear and present danger to the war on terror and to Americans that are fighting it all over the world," Mr DeLay said.

Door's open. Remember, you're standing in my living room.

Does Mr. Delay's saying it make it so?

And this is good, how?

Mr DeLay, a Republican, described the ICC as "[UN Secretary General] Kofi Annan's kangaroo court" - a "shady idea... of laughable legitimacy".

"The ICC presents a clear and present danger to the war on terror and to Americans that are fighting it all over the world," Mr DeLay said.

Door's open. Remember, you're standing in my living room.

Does Mr. Delay's saying it make it so?

And this is good, how?

Mr DeLay, a Republican, described the ICC as "[UN Secretary General] Kofi Annan's kangaroo court" - a "shady idea... of laughable legitimacy".

"The ICC presents a clear and present danger to the war on terror and to Americans that are fighting it all over the world," Mr DeLay said.

Door's open. Remember, you're standing in my living room.

Does Mr. Delay's saying it make it so?

Tell you what -

There's a whole lotta blogging going on this weekend.

theferrett, zoethe, shadesong are doing blogathons this weekend. yuki_onna is doing one next weekend.

And I am completely out of funds.

Tell you what.

I'm going to go put a long list of things up on eBay. Likely to include a pair of shoes, you pick.

Whatever sells through the end of yuki_onna's blogathon, gets divided amongst the four of you.

I'm sure you don't want the X-Box and Gamecube games I bought someone for Christmas, who had neither game machines.

I've got a first edition of the Black Stallion. I may part with it.

And so on.

If I can make it work, I may join yuki_onna, but it would require me to post remotely at least part of the day Saturday as I have to go visit my friend Marian that day. I promised.

Who would I ask you to sponsor?

I've had a soft spot for these folks since I first learned on them in the bad old days of S & H fandom in the seventies. (Yes, while it was still on the network.)

Children of the Night. Anyone remember CopCon, back in 1983 in Claremont? Please, if you do - remember me kindly.

Yeah, I ran a convention. We took in $350 for charity, and these guys got it.

They've never forgotten me. I've never forgotten them, either.

I'll see what I can do.

Tell you what -

There's a whole lotta blogging going on this weekend.

theferrett, zoethe, shadesong are doing blogathons this weekend. yuki_onna is doing one next weekend.

And I am completely out of funds.

Tell you what.

I'm going to go put a long list of things up on eBay. Likely to include a pair of shoes, you pick.

Whatever sells through the end of yuki_onna's blogathon, gets divided amongst the four of you.

I'm sure you don't want the X-Box and Gamecube games I bought someone for Christmas, who had neither game machines.

I've got a first edition of the Black Stallion. I may part with it.

And so on.

If I can make it work, I may join yuki_onna, but it would require me to post remotely at least part of the day Saturday as I have to go visit my friend Marian that day. I promised.

Who would I ask you to sponsor?

I've had a soft spot for these folks since I first learned on them in the bad old days of S & H fandom in the seventies. (Yes, while it was still on the network.)

Children of the Night. Anyone remember CopCon, back in 1983 in Claremont? Please, if you do - remember me kindly.

Yeah, I ran a convention. We took in $350 for charity, and these guys got it.

They've never forgotten me. I've never forgotten them, either.

I'll see what I can do.

Tell you what -

There's a whole lotta blogging going on this weekend.

theferrett, zoethe, shadesong are doing blogathons this weekend. yuki_onna is doing one next weekend.

And I am completely out of funds.

Tell you what.

I'm going to go put a long list of things up on eBay. Likely to include a pair of shoes, you pick.

Whatever sells through the end of yuki_onna's blogathon, gets divided amongst the four of you.

I'm sure you don't want the X-Box and Gamecube games I bought someone for Christmas, who had neither game machines.

I've got a first edition of the Black Stallion. I may part with it.

And so on.

If I can make it work, I may join yuki_onna, but it would require me to post remotely at least part of the day Saturday as I have to go visit my friend Marian that day. I promised.

Who would I ask you to sponsor?

I've had a soft spot for these folks since I first learned on them in the bad old days of S & H fandom in the seventies. (Yes, while it was still on the network.)

Children of the Night. Anyone remember CopCon, back in 1983 in Claremont? Please, if you do - remember me kindly.

Yeah, I ran a convention. We took in $350 for charity, and these guys got it.

They've never forgotten me. I've never forgotten them, either.

I'll see what I can do.

Surprise!

varna -

Got a surprise this morning - and I'll pass it on to you - your dental plan for you and the kids has been renewed for another term (was it 2 years or 1? I forgot.)

Not a damn thing I can do about it. Hmm. *check callendar* Happy Ulambana/Obon.

Go get your teeth fixed. You're covered. You've been covered for a long time.

Boom shakka, me.

Surprise!

varna -

Got a surprise this morning - and I'll pass it on to you - your dental plan for you and the kids has been renewed for another term (was it 2 years or 1? I forgot.)

Not a damn thing I can do about it. Hmm. *check callendar* Happy Ulambana/Obon.

Go get your teeth fixed. You're covered. You've been covered for a long time.

Boom shakka, me.

Surprise!

varna -

Got a surprise this morning - and I'll pass it on to you - your dental plan for you and the kids has been renewed for another term (was it 2 years or 1? I forgot.)

Not a damn thing I can do about it. Hmm. *check callendar* Happy Ulambana/Obon.

Go get your teeth fixed. You're covered. You've been covered for a long time.

Boom shakka, me.

Welcome to Florida

Get in, sit down, hold on and shut up.

Get over it. You get over it.

Welcome to Florida

Get in, sit down, hold on and shut up.

Get over it. You get over it.

Welcome to Florida

Get in, sit down, hold on and shut up.

Get over it. You get over it.

Largely for my own documentation -

Because this could get ugly.

Talked to Mom yesterday and today and will again tomorrow. Why? Because I call my Mom to see how she's doing. It's something I'm made a conscious effort to do at least once a week since she had her heart attack nearly four years ago. Mom's older than anyone she's ever been related to - her father died at 59 from heart disease, her mother at 72.

Mom's going to be 80 next year.

Mom went in for her six month check with an additional complaint. Not to put too heavy a touch on it, but it's one of those "suspicious bleeding" issues that points to cancer. After checking more about it, I'm nearly convinced (and so is Mom) that it's most likely the cause of the problem.

There's no pain involved here; there's a bit of suspicious blood where there shouldn't be any. Both she and I have had basal cell carcinomas removed from almost the exact same places, at the exact same ages. There hasn't been a recurrance of it. (Mom's a chocolate brown brunette, I'm the natural blonde - same type of skin cancer, same place, same outcome.)

She's coming in tomorrow to take advantage of the Skechers Family Days - and she'll be able to go to the company picnic (with my niece and her boy) - which is just fine with me.

Problem? She hasn't told anyone but me and little brother. And won't. Not until more is known.

Not a problem? I'm both shocked and pleased this hasn't scared the shit out of me. On one hand, I have a good understanding of the mechanisms and the treatments for this type of cancer - there are two types, one that could spread to surrounding areas, one that doesn't - but neither of them throw mets like lung cancer or breast cancer does. Surgery isn't always necessary - the usual treatment is something much like what we had done for the skin cancer. Chemo? Topical. Follow up? Sure - once a year, maybe.

Nothing Mom can't weather in good stride, all things staying equal.

I just can't tell anyone. Sis is going to be livid. Can't say I blame her - but this isn't my call.

Maybe I'll be scared when I know more. Has it gotten that routine? If I can't soothe the ooches, and plump the pillows and bring cookies - maybe then I'll feel the need for tears.

I remember the hysterics I had when Cliff was diagnosed with that first round of strokes. Perhaps I have internalized my mother's mortality - getting ready to lose her, because I will, I can't stop it - but the tears just don't come anymore. I think I'm more worried about how unpleasant treatment is going to be - not that I could lose my mother to cancer. Guess that's the paradigym shift.

You come into this world naked and squalling; you leave it much the same way. You'll always have what you need to survive your time here; have faith. Lillies of the field and all that. (Hey, I've tested that theory - it's true!)

Guess I've gotten good at letting God have my problems. S/He'll be up all night anyway.

God, don't let her tell my niece while she's driving in tomorrow; she'll drive them all off the road, I swear it.

Largely for my own documentation -

Because this could get ugly.

Talked to Mom yesterday and today and will again tomorrow. Why? Because I call my Mom to see how she's doing. It's something I'm made a conscious effort to do at least once a week since she had her heart attack nearly four years ago. Mom's older than anyone she's ever been related to - her father died at 59 from heart disease, her mother at 72.

Mom's going to be 80 next year.

Mom went in for her six month check with an additional complaint. Not to put too heavy a touch on it, but it's one of those "suspicious bleeding" issues that points to cancer. After checking more about it, I'm nearly convinced (and so is Mom) that it's most likely the cause of the problem.

There's no pain involved here; there's a bit of suspicious blood where there shouldn't be any. Both she and I have had basal cell carcinomas removed from almost the exact same places, at the exact same ages. There hasn't been a recurrance of it. (Mom's a chocolate brown brunette, I'm the natural blonde - same type of skin cancer, same place, same outcome.)

She's coming in tomorrow to take advantage of the Skechers Family Days - and she'll be able to go to the company picnic (with my niece and her boy) - which is just fine with me.

Problem? She hasn't told anyone but me and little brother. And won't. Not until more is known.

Not a problem? I'm both shocked and pleased this hasn't scared the shit out of me. On one hand, I have a good understanding of the mechanisms and the treatments for this type of cancer - there are two types, one that could spread to surrounding areas, one that doesn't - but neither of them throw mets like lung cancer or breast cancer does. Surgery isn't always necessary - the usual treatment is something much like what we had done for the skin cancer. Chemo? Topical. Follow up? Sure - once a year, maybe.

Nothing Mom can't weather in good stride, all things staying equal.

I just can't tell anyone. Sis is going to be livid. Can't say I blame her - but this isn't my call.

Maybe I'll be scared when I know more. Has it gotten that routine? If I can't soothe the ooches, and plump the pillows and bring cookies - maybe then I'll feel the need for tears.

I remember the hysterics I had when Cliff was diagnosed with that first round of strokes. Perhaps I have internalized my mother's mortality - getting ready to lose her, because I will, I can't stop it - but the tears just don't come anymore. I think I'm more worried about how unpleasant treatment is going to be - not that I could lose my mother to cancer. Guess that's the paradigym shift.

You come into this world naked and squalling; you leave it much the same way. You'll always have what you need to survive your time here; have faith. Lillies of the field and all that. (Hey, I've tested that theory - it's true!)

Guess I've gotten good at letting God have my problems. S/He'll be up all night anyway.

God, don't let her tell my niece while she's driving in tomorrow; she'll drive them all off the road, I swear it.

Largely for my own documentation -

Because this could get ugly.

Talked to Mom yesterday and today and will again tomorrow. Why? Because I call my Mom to see how she's doing. It's something I'm made a conscious effort to do at least once a week since she had her heart attack nearly four years ago. Mom's older than anyone she's ever been related to - her father died at 59 from heart disease, her mother at 72.

Mom's going to be 80 next year.

Mom went in for her six month check with an additional complaint. Not to put too heavy a touch on it, but it's one of those "suspicious bleeding" issues that points to cancer. After checking more about it, I'm nearly convinced (and so is Mom) that it's most likely the cause of the problem.

There's no pain involved here; there's a bit of suspicious blood where there shouldn't be any. Both she and I have had basal cell carcinomas removed from almost the exact same places, at the exact same ages. There hasn't been a recurrance of it. (Mom's a chocolate brown brunette, I'm the natural blonde - same type of skin cancer, same place, same outcome.)

She's coming in tomorrow to take advantage of the Skechers Family Days - and she'll be able to go to the company picnic (with my niece and her boy) - which is just fine with me.

Problem? She hasn't told anyone but me and little brother. And won't. Not until more is known.

Not a problem? I'm both shocked and pleased this hasn't scared the shit out of me. On one hand, I have a good understanding of the mechanisms and the treatments for this type of cancer - there are two types, one that could spread to surrounding areas, one that doesn't - but neither of them throw mets like lung cancer or breast cancer does. Surgery isn't always necessary - the usual treatment is something much like what we had done for the skin cancer. Chemo? Topical. Follow up? Sure - once a year, maybe.

Nothing Mom can't weather in good stride, all things staying equal.

I just can't tell anyone. Sis is going to be livid. Can't say I blame her - but this isn't my call.

Maybe I'll be scared when I know more. Has it gotten that routine? If I can't soothe the ooches, and plump the pillows and bring cookies - maybe then I'll feel the need for tears.

I remember the hysterics I had when Cliff was diagnosed with that first round of strokes. Perhaps I have internalized my mother's mortality - getting ready to lose her, because I will, I can't stop it - but the tears just don't come anymore. I think I'm more worried about how unpleasant treatment is going to be - not that I could lose my mother to cancer. Guess that's the paradigym shift.

You come into this world naked and squalling; you leave it much the same way. You'll always have what you need to survive your time here; have faith. Lillies of the field and all that. (Hey, I've tested that theory - it's true!)

Guess I've gotten good at letting God have my problems. S/He'll be up all night anyway.

God, don't let her tell my niece while she's driving in tomorrow; she'll drive them all off the road, I swear it.

And in other news?

We saw Spiderman 2 this evening.

The violin lady must die.
Sam Raimi still tugs at hearstrings like the veteran of Bollywood that he is.
The train fight scene was incredible.
I think Mary Jane's wedding dress would look fabboo on ceolyn -
...and Tobey McGuire needs to do other films. He's adorable.

Past that? I still love Superman best.

And in other news?

We saw Spiderman 2 this evening.

The violin lady must die.
Sam Raimi still tugs at hearstrings like the veteran of Bollywood that he is.
The train fight scene was incredible.
I think Mary Jane's wedding dress would look fabboo on ceolyn -
...and Tobey McGuire needs to do other films. He's adorable.

Past that? I still love Superman best.

And in other news?

We saw Spiderman 2 this evening.

The violin lady must die.
Sam Raimi still tugs at hearstrings like the veteran of Bollywood that he is.
The train fight scene was incredible.
I think Mary Jane's wedding dress would look fabboo on ceolyn -
...and Tobey McGuire needs to do other films. He's adorable.

Past that? I still love Superman best.