Saturday, June 04, 2011

The World Is Spinning Out Of Control Department

The Honolulu Star-Advertiser today reported that Philadelphia has been attacked by rabid beavers. "Authorities" (it's ALWAYS "authorities", isn't it?) "are warning people to be on the alert..."

Are besieged Philadelphians at this very moment watching neighbors toppling after herds of giant rabid beavers gnaw through their ankles? Are depodified persons being dragged screaming through the streets by giant rodents frothing at the mouth? Are beady-eyed paddle tails driving Philadelphians headfirst into the mud even as we speak? Are flocks of slavering beavers chewing their way through house walls and making off with the kindling? Is President Obama sending in the SEALS to take out the beavers? Will he send in the CIA, only to discover that beavers LIKE waterboarding?

The Star-Advertiser made the report in their dead tree version. Coincidence, or Polynesian Quislings?

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Friday, June 03, 2011

Harlequin Novel, Version 2011

From a friend:
Harlequin novel, version 2011

He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear.

"Just relax."

Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves, slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat.

I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure. When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding.

I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply.

Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties.

Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking 'No' for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say . . . ..




"Okay ma'am, you can board your flight now."
Thanks to RGS.

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Wednesday, June 01, 2011

Sweetie Pi

This one:

 
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Or this one?"

 
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Super Glue Sutures

Yes, it can be used, but standard Super Glue (TM) uses potentially dangerous methyl alcohol. There is a veterinarian version, though even with it one needs to have some idea of what one is doing:
Tissue glue is only applied to outside surfaces to bridge over edges; do not apply it directly to raw surfaces.
Still, in a major emergency, even the household stuff would likely be better than leaving a wound open. Not suitable for deep wounds.

Much more at WikiPedia.

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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

When a Galaxy Overeats...