There’s a clue in that sentence, isn’t there?
More like a clue-by-phone. Or is it a club-by-phone?
Thank you everyone.
Next time I’m in Chicago, I’m collecting. And I have many witnesses.
Oh, I am so going to Hell for what I thought you were talking about. Especially when you started talking about armpit sex on the subway.
You have a sick, sick mind, Sean. That happens to people when they get really old, you know? 
Morning, all. I’m sitting here alternately caffeinating and having claustrophic attacks at the thought of doing an underwater helicopter rescue for fun. BooFae, has anyone ever told you you have a really weird idea of what constitutes fun? :eek:
I got nuttin’ else this morning. I’m tired, I’m still short of sleep – I’ve been lending a bunch out to some of you folks, but I’m going to claim it back this weekend! – I’m still insufficiently caffeinated, and I’ve got a transcript to finish by midday or so. So back to the salt mines. <yawn>
My mother said a while ago that she’d be happier if I told her about things after I’d done them and not before! She couldn’t make her mind up whether she was more worried about the jet provost flight or the skydiving, or whether she should just settle for being scandalised about the pole-dancing workshop.
Congratuations to your friend, ems!
I got SUNBURNED yesterday, if you can believe that. A meeting – a 2 and a half hour meeting – was moved outdoors, where it was lovely, but HOT. I sat in the sun for the entire time. We did have ice cream, but I didn’t partake. The whole thing was supposed to be fun but I was miserable. And now I’m sunburned!
The entire Dope is spidery. They are appearing in other threads now. Or should I say WEBS. The world wide web! They’re taking over. Run for your life.
In other news, we have a new person in our office, and one person who annoyed me a lot is annoying me less. So, it’s been a fairly happy spring.
Did I mention I’m going to see Lyle Lovett in July? I’m excited! I’ve never seen him before and we have awesome seats. Also kd lang is performing. It should be an awesome show!
I wanna take a pole dancing workshop!
Morning, all. Off to get coffee before my sonnets class. :: blows kisses :: Have a lovely Thursday!
See, my mother would be all okay with a pole-dancing workshop if I explained to her that it’s very popular amongst the glitterati these days as a form of exercise; she understands needing exercise. But skydiving? Oy. (Not that I’d do it, of course, unless there’s a million dollars on the line!)
See, I told my mother I was doing the pole dancing thing and I thought it was a really fun and exciting thing to do. Her reply was that she thought she’d brought me up better! Can I swap her for you, BioTigs?
She was quite worried about the skydiving thing as well, but then she found the whole thing quite funny when I told her we’d arranged to do it the day after a Hallowe’en party and were still wearing our skellibob outfits!
Huntsman spiders are way cool, swampy but my favorite is the Banana Spider. These are the orb spiders that love to spin right across the pathways through the woods to the beach. Sean and Mork, this link is NOT for you. Oh, and HAPPY BELATED BIRFDAY, SEAN!
Boofae how IS the life of an adrenalin junkie? 
rosie, what is making you blue? Spill. We can help.
Nava, public armpit sex is just gross!!
As I predicted, stoopit subtropical storm is just a giant windbag fanning the fahrs! :mad: I am sick of the smoke!
Tupug
Expsensive! Did you know it’s around $980 to do wing-walking? I ask you. £500 to stand on the top of a bi-plane while it’s flying. It’s not as if they have to do anything, apart from make sure you don’t fall off!
Gahh! Gaaaahhhh! Spider! Will you all stop it?
Yes, I am being forced to open the blasted links.
Got the livingroom much tidier. Do I want to finish all the dishes, or leave the second half for Mr. Lissar, who said he’d wash dishes on Tuesday and he never did? I managed to create lots more dishes.
You’re right. I’ll tidy the fridge instead. And have lunch.
Scarey darling, you’re a hoot 'n a half. My husband went skydiving years ago, and has the photos to prove it. The shots of the group before they went up are the best. Everyone, including him, looks positively green.
A while ago I did the jet provost flight - the jet is the only privately-owned fighter pilot training jet in the country and you get to fly in it and take over the controls for a while. Sounds ok, until you actually get into the cockpit. The pilot said I had two options - there’s the normal flight and there’s the fun flight. They both use the same amount of fuel but one takes less than half the time of the other.
So, fun flight it was. When I got out of the plane, my first thought was that I was so glad I’d skipped breakfast…then I had to go and sit in the corner of a field for about an hour before I was ready to move. 'im indoors was probably sad he missed the experience because it was at least half an hour before I put a whole sentence together!
**BooFae, ** perhaps she thought you were training for a career that involved pole dancing, instead of just doing the workshop for fun. I’d do it, if (a) I wouldn’t be horribly embarrassed and (2) I wouldn’t somehow hurt myself. I can hurt myself just walking, so that is a concern.
Did I mention I hate pollen?
I wonder how ol y’all know who would react if I took pole dancing lessons. I am intrigued by this idea. Sounds fun!
I feel ick today. Dang sinuses. Think I’m gonna Benadryl up and nap for a while.
Later y’all!
Speaking of spiders… (Yes, I am evil.)
There’s a really neat Spiny Orb Weaver that’s made itself a web in our umbrella tree. Last week when it was weaving its web, I watched with awe, and then made my mom come out and look at it because it was so neat. I’m really easily amused. 
That happens in any state with one big city. I’m from Upstate NY, and everyone there complains about how NYC takes all the state’s money (amongst many other complaints); I have friends from Western Massachusetts who say the same thing about Boston; I’ve heard similar things from people from southern Illinois about Chicago. Bleh.