Arrrr, mateys.
Sep. 19th, 2002 02:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgThat's for the pirate talk. Bring back Pirate Radio 103.1 and we'll talk Pirate, 'kay?
Yo, my friends with epilepsy - check this out. Last night, the news radio was blabbering about how so many experts were using this as proof that NDEs were all bunk and that it was all brain damage as it died. Two experts. It's all chemistry and in your mind. There's nothing out there and it's all bunk. You can't tell a NDE from a seizure.
You read the article, right? Talk about taking something and RUNNING with it. Sheesh. Miffed me, it did. Arrr.
As much as fundies do with their insistence that it is OUT THERE and THIS WAY, I get as miffed at those who want to convince me that it's NOT OUT THERE and NO WAY.
Hell, anyone who has dealt with a seizure, auras related thereto and the like will get this one. Sheesh.
*back to my daily grind*
150 interests
219 friends on my list
76 who have added me back
32 communities.
I'm busy. And I like it.
Jim asked me this morning why the new anime DVD we got is called Strawberry Eggs (I My Me). It's a reasonable question. It's a very good property, actually. Guy needs job as a teacher, and the only thing around is a school that won't hire men to teach. Stupid, the principal says. Well, the rent is due and the landlady thinks getting a job there in drag will serve two purposes - teach the old bat a lesson and she gets paid. But strawberry eggs? Nani?
Poor Jim about drove off the road this morning.
Consider.
Most of the time, when you are talking to a guy about his eggs, you are talking about his testicles.
Now, it makes sense.
If pre-paid legal gets any sweeter, I'll have to become a distributor myself. Sheesh. Ed told me this was a nice thing to have, but noooo, I have to do it myself. Baka mi tai. Big time.
Well, I've spoken to two nice people - one lawyer who found a conflict-of-interest issue right off and referred me to a paralegal who is going to find the lawyer of my dreams, know what the heck is going on, be versed in the type of law I need and WANT me as a client. He won't have to take me unless they want to - and they'll only call me back when they have him. Nice.
And when Affinity decides next Wednesday that they haven't got a clue what they're going to do about this, I'll be ready. It becomes a legal action and that's that.
I'm moving. I'm looking at houses this weekend.
And today, lunch was Jim's spaghetti sauce over noodles. Life is good.
Yo, my friends with epilepsy - check this out. Last night, the news radio was blabbering about how so many experts were using this as proof that NDEs were all bunk and that it was all brain damage as it died. Two experts. It's all chemistry and in your mind. There's nothing out there and it's all bunk. You can't tell a NDE from a seizure.
You read the article, right? Talk about taking something and RUNNING with it. Sheesh. Miffed me, it did. Arrr.
As much as fundies do with their insistence that it is OUT THERE and THIS WAY, I get as miffed at those who want to convince me that it's NOT OUT THERE and NO WAY.
Hell, anyone who has dealt with a seizure, auras related thereto and the like will get this one. Sheesh.
*back to my daily grind*
150 interests
219 friends on my list
76 who have added me back
32 communities.
I'm busy. And I like it.
Jim asked me this morning why the new anime DVD we got is called Strawberry Eggs (I My Me). It's a reasonable question. It's a very good property, actually. Guy needs job as a teacher, and the only thing around is a school that won't hire men to teach. Stupid, the principal says. Well, the rent is due and the landlady thinks getting a job there in drag will serve two purposes - teach the old bat a lesson and she gets paid. But strawberry eggs? Nani?
Poor Jim about drove off the road this morning.
Consider.
Most of the time, when you are talking to a guy about his eggs, you are talking about his testicles.
Now, it makes sense.
If pre-paid legal gets any sweeter, I'll have to become a distributor myself. Sheesh. Ed told me this was a nice thing to have, but noooo, I have to do it myself. Baka mi tai. Big time.
Well, I've spoken to two nice people - one lawyer who found a conflict-of-interest issue right off and referred me to a paralegal who is going to find the lawyer of my dreams, know what the heck is going on, be versed in the type of law I need and WANT me as a client. He won't have to take me unless they want to - and they'll only call me back when they have him. Nice.
And when Affinity decides next Wednesday that they haven't got a clue what they're going to do about this, I'll be ready. It becomes a legal action and that's that.
I'm moving. I'm looking at houses this weekend.
And today, lunch was Jim's spaghetti sauce over noodles. Life is good.
