Christine Ottaway 23 March 1964 - 29 March 2012
I had my first article published in a national newsletter today. The National Women's Health Review, for October. Thank you, Susan K. Flinn! Can't wait to see you both!
Thank you to ALL of you sending gifts and notes! Cake goodies, including a very silly and wonderful cake ring from Hatshepsut. Fab Mardi Gras hat and cookbook from Nancemuse. Gorgeous necklace from Taliesen's Muse and Nemosyn...
surgery. ATC Chemo. Chest radiation. Hormone therapy. Taxotere Chemo. Gamma knife radiation. Paclitaxel Chemo. Gamma knife radiation. Paclitaxel Chemo. Whole brain radiation. Xometa/zelota Chemo.
Why the willow weeps
The camp of "You didn't get the joke." versus the camp of "It wasn't funny, and just because you giggle afterward doesn't mean it's a joke."
why the willow weeps
The mama and the dancing girl, unfurling
the walls were filled with gold
Food, shelter and a broadband connection
the aunt who lets you swear
When in doubt, darling...Plant trees.
Don't you 'Don't get riled sugar' ME."
The Queen of Soul, Blues Brothers
Good luck with that.
"I'm going to the great, grey-green greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever trees, to find out how the tiger got his stripes."
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace
To the last syllable of recorded time.
Out out, brief candle.
Life is but a walking shadow,
a poor player who struts and frets
his hour upon the stage.
It is a tale, told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury,
On the topic of the asamoth:
01:02 lizardinlaw yeah, like why do people stay? Oh, right, guinea pig sexual arousal discussions lasting late in the night with the comfort of a keyboard, wires and internet between each of us and other actual warm troublesome human beans.
grundoon He has the body of a 22 year old. He keeps it in the crawl space.
grundoon What do you think, wertperch? Are we far creepier online than we are in real life, or about the same?
wertperch We're far creepier in real life.
Jet-Poop "Hello, me. Meet the real me. And my misfit's way of life. A dark black past is my most valued possession."
wertperch In real life there's all the fluffy-bunnikins, sugar-munchkin stuff, too.
grundoon Don't you don't get roused, sugar ME.
Jet-Poop I like to think of y'all as a slighty sweaty version of the Addams Family.
wertperch Well, hello, JetPoopster. How are all the ponies?
grundoon I don't have a black past, except for the smoke eating. I have a black (present)....wertperch. HAIRBALL.
rootbeer277 Dibs on Cousin Itt
eien_meru That's disturbing.
ChristineWinter I once flung dog shit in my mouth with a weed whacker.
grundoon Remarkably accurate, Jetty. Except I don't have the long black Mortisha hair currently. But bald works. And I have the DRESS.
Jet-Poop I think my coworkers really think I chop up children and put them into sandwiches...
Chiisuta: Someone brought their kid to work and dumped em on a PC in the editorial dept and I want to punch this kid in the face so badly. Is that wrong?
Roninspoon: Not at all. It's time the little bastard learned that the real world is full of scary mean women and that he better just go ahead and be gay cause everything with tits will kick his ass.
Roninspoon: Besides, I don't like the look of him.
Chiisuta: Well, I wouldn't punch him if he wasn't annoyingly chattering to himself while kicking the desk while we try to write. Or if he was gay. OH SHIT, YOU'RE RIGHT!
briglass: Hey leave me be! My mom dropped me off and I'm getting some quality e2 time, K?
Roninspoon: Way to go Chii, all this time it was environmental and not genetic and you're the asskicking switchblade sister that's been turning healthy boys into pansies for 40 years.
briglass: I was told I could get some free koolaid?
tetrisboy: nail his foot to the floor
Roninspoon: But since yer a chick and all, just whisper real quite into his ear, "I want you so bad." Then lick him a little and go home early. He'll pee himself and run away.
novasoy is crying already
Chris-O: dude, chii licking people is a BAD IDEA. waukegan still hasn't recovered from that "incident" in '83.
Roninspoon: Unless you've already gayed him up with yer intimidating woman juggers and glassy eyed scowl.
OK, I have realized I have a truly sick sense of humor. At least at four in the morning, which is when I ran across THIS. And don't forget, lay the lamb on it's LEFT side. What in the hell is the little vuvezela for?
Gamma Knife Mix CD: (If you're very good, wertperch may make you a copy)
Breakfast in the Field Michael Hedges Deepest Part Of Me Dougie MacLean Doffin' Mistress Maddy Prior & June Tabor Down to the River Alison Krauss Dropkick Me, Jesus Bobby Bare Friend of the Devil Grateful Dead Gruts For Tea Ivor Cutler The Happy Couple Michael Hedges I'm on my Way The Proclaimers Kinky Boots Patrick McNee & Honor Blackman Letter from America The Proclaimers Light My Fire The Doors I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) The Proclaimers Mendocino Sir Douglas Quintet My Resistance Is Low Robin Sarstedt Oh! Darling The Beatles A Song of The Weather Flanders and Swann Spotted Cow Steeleye Span Strati Na Angelaki Doumasche Le Mystere Des Voix Bulgares Tubthumping Chumbawamba Two Magicians Steeleye Span
No more stupid, I am full.
WILL You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die. VIOLA Nor you for me. WILL Good bye, my love, a thousand times good bye. VIOLA Write me well. She kisses him with finality. Then turns and runs from him. WILL watches as she goes. INT. WILL'S ROOM. DAY. A blank page. A hand is writing: TWELFTH NIGHT. We see WILL sitting at his table. WILL (VO) My story starts at sea…a perilous voyage to an unknown land…a shipwreck EXT. UNDERWATER. DAY. Two figures plunge into the water WILL (VO) the wild waters roar and heave…the brave vessel is dashed all to pieces, and all the helpless souls within her drowned INT. WILL'S ROOM. DAY. WILL at his table writing WILL (VO) all save one … a lady EXT. UNDERWATER. DAY. VIOLA in the water WILL (VO) whose soul is greater than the ocean … and her spirit stronger than the sea's embrace … not for her a watery end, but a new life beginning on a stranger shore EXT. BEACH. DAY. VIOLA is walking up a vast and empty beach …. WILL (VO CONTINUED) It will be a love story … for she will be my heroine for all time