Can i get a sunburn in October in Texas?

i'm betting yes.

in other news, to treat a dog for an insect sting or bite, my options include:

• Bathing the area in a baking soda / water solution (for bee stings)
• Or vinegar (for wasp stings)
• Or epsom salts
• Baby Benadryl
• Aloe vera
• Ice to reduce swelling
• Some people reccomend Calamine lotion and i think we will end up trying that later.
• wet teabag or cucumber
• Eucalyptus oil
• Clay or mud paste
• just for kicks, spray-on antibiotic, dabbed on with a Kleenex

the dog number 1 usually has a very elegant nose. Now it is all bumbly. it hurts a bit, or anyway she doesn't like us to poke at it, but she's been scratching it quite a bit. The calamine lotion will look very, very funny on her nose (and, just out of curiosity, whose skin is really that color? how is that awful pink "tone-neutral"?) and hopefully she won't be able to lick off the entire area.

(i.e., Katee Sackhoff,) you so rock. Way to be a chick. (With an unfortunate name. It had to be said.)

Love, liz.

Dear Itunes,

Please let me download Battlestar Galactica. i don't have cable. Please. tags:sackhoff

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it's funny because it's true. because i had a medium iced latte and because i REFUSE to call it grande only that's still what they say when they're handing them out, have a nice day, thanks, and because when i have a medium iced latte i get ... itchy. i have never lived in a place where they regularly have real protests. With people and signs and organization. Here there are people on the second Thursday of every other month protesting the death penalty with a big tattered banner with the letters too small to really read, but there are only ever about three of them, and they always look cold, and people throw shit at them driving by. And you give them a nice smile and a little wave and they look at you like they're wondering what you're going to throw. The hell? i want there to be something i can do, something i can really do that makes a fucking difference. but if i keep voting Democrat in Texas then my voice will never be heard. my senators will never be my senators and they fucking well know it. my vote for whoever i want the president to be is silenced. whatever letters i write or petitions i sign are ignored. why bother? Revolutionaries are sexy. Idealists. if i could have lived in France during the revolution. in Russia. England. Even here.

sometimes it is like ignatius j. reilly.

sometimes it is like renfield.

neither is good. both are discouraging. Disheartening. oh, hell.

oooh that's a good movie. Also the other one we just saw the other night that has guy pearce in it and he shoots all those people: The Proposition. i don't know why he is sexy. but. not the point. on the DL, and on the QT, and both.

Ninfas is the place that has discount margaritas and fajitas on Tuesdays and where we go with the cadre of internationals, and we all order the same thing, every week. If we ever had the same wait-staff two weeks in a row, this would become easy for them.

Caffe Capri. Italian for $10, better than and with shorter wait times than the pretty much only italian alternative in b/cs at this point, Olive Garden, and without the roaches of johnny carino's. M always gets the cajun tortellini and he is usually right about it.

Square One. Comparable, but inferior, to Caffe Capri. Has steak, though, which some people like.

The Cajun Shack is not its official name. i think its official name is Hebert's. maybe. but it is The Cajun Shack nonetheless. Funky hours as far as not being open whenever school is not in session but when they are there they are good. they sell you a little styrofoam cup of red beans and rice for lunch and it's just perfect.

Cafe Eccel is snooty and not worth it. The Blue Baker has better wood fired pizzas and la Bodega has better everything else and the sandwiches are nothing to write home about, because they're fucking sandwiches, only they act like ... whatever. Blah.

Bodega is across the street and you know you're in the right place when you're surrounded by little crooked chrome chairs trying to surround a burrito the size of your head.

the Blue Baker has the bestest bread and, as it happens, decent sandwiches. And the pizza, which has a fantastic crust. Now i'm hungry.

Fritella is utter crap. They call it italian but it really can't be considered as such, because it tastes exactly like Chef Boyardee, and Chef Boyardee does not an eight dollar plate of spaghetti make.

Los Nortenos is where one goes for breakfast tacos. it just is.

Haiku, the sushi shop next to Albertsons. mmm, sushi. note: do not eat the Northgate sushi. they will tell you it is the same, but they lie.

Fitzwillys has the best burgers. Period. (Notwithstanding it is unfortunate that they (meaning the Cowboy's Choice combo meal) don't come with Shiner, they come with Ziegenbock, but the burger itself makes up for it.)

Christophers. Blue cheese steak is to die for. fantastic desserts, too. Wine is expensive. but when you have a thing to celebrate or a person to impress or something, Christophers is quite simply where you go.

Madden's. Being the new kid in town and directly competing with Christophers is an interesting business plan. i'm not sure b/cs has the clientele for two. noting that i had a cousin with a restaurant nearby and it closed in six months. that there isn't really anywhere else, but the one time we were at christophers the tables were nearly empty, so ... anyway. if m can talk me into it then we will see how it goes.

The Blue Heron was a nice seafood place - i say was because i highly doubt they'll be there in a year: fine dining and strip malls just don't mix. but it'll be good while it lasts.

Pho John's, which has vietnamese noodle soup, Shiracha chili sauce, and The Purple Stuff. i get #27. Best egg rolls in a (minimum) sixty mile radius.

the Pita Pit has good falafel and good hummus. And delivers.

the Hookah Station has better falafel, but does not to my knowledge deliver.

The Fox and Hound is the place that has seventy-four different kinds of beer on tap. And has bar food. Decent bar food. And you can lie to yourself and say the popcorn chicken salad with the egg and the cheese and the crumbly bacon and the honey mustard dressing is good for you and maybe if you're really good you can believe it. Two dollar pint night is on Thursdays. Once they bumped it up to $2.25, and nobody went. yeah, that didn't last. $2.

The Spice Bowl, which is a very nice Indian buffet for lunch, and which i have been to once for dinner, and it's better for lunch. Mmm, nan.

Freebirds. Burrito as big as your head that is better the next day. seriously. plus you can't eat the whole thing anyway.

cheers! Fashion industry in bulemia rehab. finally, my dream of being a model can be attained! there are just so many angles to come at it from. But looking like a war-torn famine victim suppourts our troops. Tiny pointy things that could poke your eye out if you look at them funny are so sexy in a very freudians-are-threatened-by-girth way. Fragile-looking divas are just like damsels in distress: they need you to save them from their heroin, oh, it's awful. Brittle, knobbly joints make them relatable to the elderly and to pipe welders. Big kohl-rimmed eyes make them look like they were just on the losing end of a fistfight and they need our help. and for one size 8 Sophia Loren you could cram in a whole orgy of tweency Michael Kors and Heatherette models and in a society of overindulgence a mulitplex of two-dimensional androgynes (for some reason) beats out Sophia Loren. i so want to see how many Calvin Klein models you could fit in a phone booth. viva Madrid!

i am so stoked about vienna today because:

i have the coolest fucking cousins evar.

Better living through chemistry.

problem.

1. i got sick. it was a cold. it was not a big deal. cold fronts were coming through. i was congested and my face hurt. means: Sinus thing.
2. so i took Sudafed. this was a very bad idea and i think i will toss the rest of the pack. note that this was Phenylephrine, sudafed p.e. for sinus headache.
3. Then i didn't sleep. so today i am oogy and still congested and sleepy but funny feeling. and i don't want any coffee, but not having coffee will make more headaches. but having coffee will make nasty nastier.

ow. fuck. zzzzz.

i am so stoked about vienna today because:

Red Bull Flugtag, that event where they throw crazy shit off a pier, is very nearby.

This is so cliche. but i've seen you, fairly recently, I might add, and you're gorgeous. (so is baby S, but that's beside the point.)

i am saying this here. i would rather not be vegetative, thanks. not for me. we are aware of the world and of our place in it. Which you can say for a dandelion: it turns its face towards the sun, yet you don't think twice about picking it. when a tree falls in the forest, the tree doesn't know. That we can act and change the course of events. Which you can say for a dog that is deliberately stealing food from the trash. But when your dog gets cancer you put it down all the same. awareness, movement, a deliberate and active consciousness - these are essential to being human. A fetus is not a human: it does not make a choice to act.

i am so stoked about vienna today because:

i can wear my heirloom fur coat and not have to pretend it is fake.

see? haha! you go away for this long and i don't have to come back. even with a cliffhanger like that. i'm entirely over the wanting to watch thing. Seriously. plus, we're not gonna get cable for one damn show. Not. Especially if i can get it on Itunes. or Twop.

the roommates watch television. it's been so long since we'd had it on, and now i wander through the living room and it's on and there's nobody there and i randomly turn it off, and i think they wander through and turn it on, and i wander through and turn it off again, and it's just a little bit funny. Poor television. but. they were in front of it the other day watching Letterman (which is nice, i like Letterman, he's not all california-y and he doesn't have a big ugly chin and i think he's funnier than that other gray-haired egocentric bitch, but which is not the point) and in the middle of Letterman (because when i get up to go to the kitchen from playing Warcraft i can see the tv) this blue screen of death comes on, with the cbs eye-logo-thing in white. and it says WE ARE INTERRUPTING THIS BROADCAST TO BRING YOU BREAKING NEWS.

i call it the blue screen of death. see? Kinda funny. Kinda not really at all.

And time slows down until you can hear your heartbeat ages and ages apart, and you stop breathing, and you hold on to something and freeze. you freeze. time stops. and you don't blink. or look away. and nothing else exists except you and the goddamnnoisybox. and you don't blink. and you hold on for dear life. and you look.

and then letterman comes back on and he's listening in his ear thingie and he looks in the camera and he's looking at his crew and he goes, i'm sorry, that was a mistake, nothing has happened. everything is fine. he looks in the camera and goes everything is fine. and he goes on with the show, because that is what one does. and you breathe again. but you can see it on his face, too.

Lesson One. "You're So Anglo-Saxon". While technically i may be part anglo-saxon (and however much i am, so, dear Anonymous, are you,) only Grandma counts. Only that part of her blood that may have been inhabiting the south of England proper in the middle of the first milennium. But it can't even be that one-quarter, seeing as how they'd been in the americas for hundreds of years before we came along (and, dear Anonymous, you know this as well as i do), which is plenty of time to muddle up with the other colonists. plus, insults based on someone's biological heritage went out of fashion decades ago. It's just not a very effective putdown. it's like saying, God, you're such a Viking. Why do you have to be so Inner Mongolian? What is it with you crazy Babylonians? et c. unless your entire audience is intimate with the details of whatever ancient culture you're referring to, your point entirely fails to get across. and everyone else is left going, what the hell does that mean? Game.

Lesson Two. who counts the letters in words? and, grunt. Way to communicate. Set.

Lesson Three. good luck w/ german. The anglo-saxons spoke Germanic languages. English and German are related. So every bit of anglo-saxon i can get, helps me learn. Match.

oh shit. what do you say - well, i already got MY tix. so, yeah, and, apparently, um, sorry? (with the thing you exactly can't say roaring there in my head: woot for us!) and, Es tut mir leid, you didn't make the cut. that was something we managed to entirely, completely avoid. thank. GOD. this would suck. and, you know, does, by proxy.

also, i can totally wear exactly the same outfit to two October weddings, both in the afternoon, with outwardly similar levels of lack-of-formality, and overall similar general type climates (kind of, or anyway superficially, to someone now accustomed to the weather here in tx), one week and two hours apart. Since the guest list ought to be (i mean, apparently, or is as far as i can tell) completely different. or, is anyone else going to two October weddings, both in the afternoon, one week apart? (please say no. i'm having enough trouble finding one outfit.) and, what is it with people from our college getting married one week apart? (and, what is it with people from powell house having the same taste in jewelry? but we just generally rule and have excellent taste in everything. see also: Going to powell house.)

also, FUCKIN SWEET, one of them is having a lobsterfest. YES!! So there.

also, there is news. and it is not about m and me. but it was heavily discussed at several previous Events. and i'm sure somebody was right about whose news it was going to be, but it wasn't me. (Damn.) also i don't remember placing any specific bets. Though maybe by moving in with one - but still, it isn't ours. Also it isn't my news so i'm not allowed to say any more. there.

i am, i think, very nearly old enough that when the waitress points at me and says i wasn't going to card all the rest of you, but she looks young, that i really ought to be glad. Really.

There is a new researcher in our department, from Iraq. and his wife made lunch for a lot of us. and in talking to her (iraqi food is interesting: it is, just like its geography might suggest, exactly halfway between India and Greece, it is really rather yummy whatever the provinicial Americans might say about it being different from the food in Iowa and if she's serious about teaching me i am going to figure out how to make it and it really can't be hard, because it's just like a little iraqi taco: rice is rice is rice) everything - it is very different. To hear on cnn that everything is very bad, that it is much worse than it was, that you cannot go across the street to buy a loaf of bread, to hear it on cnn it is not real: it is far away, some other place. Not a part of this world, because so many things happen on cnn that don't happen here. and then to hear it from her, that her son was almost abducted, that everyone of even the smallest means is leaving however they can, that you really can't cross the street or go to the corner store because even if you made it that far the baker is bombed out and the butcher has been kidnapped and the greengrocer is a refugee in Jordan or something, and when it's on cnn you can ignore it. when it's on cnn and you know there is nothing you can do that will change any of it anyway, i voted against all those armchair shitheads, i sent weekly e-mails to my congresspeople, i have an Amnesty International calendar, and i know that in the long run i am powerless to stop a giant war machine and so i can pretend, when i am lucky, that it isn't there. i can ignore it. BECAUSE I HAVE TO DEAL. But then you meet someone and their son was almost kidnapped. and they tell you, it is very very bad, it is worse than it was, you can't go outside, and you can't stay inside, and you have no electricity in your clinic, but you have no people in your clinic, because noone can cross the street, so does it matter if you don't have electricity, if you can't get medicines? what do you say? we agree on everything, the iraqi woman doctor and me. and i think she wants to talk. but how do you talk to somebody that agrees with you? and i think her english is better than she lets on - but then, i think that about everyone. tags:iraq

*not very factual on motorcycles either

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