I found these babies @ Target and I bought them without knowing they hit the thigh so sexily. NOW FOR A SANTA OUTFIT TO MATCH — I’M LOOKING AT YOU, ANDRES HECTOR.
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Nov 2009
While I know I just went through several rants, I also know that most of them are just my extremely biased opinions. After all, there is not much I can do about changing the world — only about changing myself. I try to remember that, along with the Serenity Prayer, when I feel frustrated:
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change;
The courage to change the things that I can change;
And the wisdom to know the difference.
The other thing I do is laugh, and when Marti sent this to me — well, I laughed. And it made things better.
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Nov 2009
A couple of crackpots textile makers decided to try to weave a tapestry of spider silk, using over a million spiders (and a half million dollars of their own money — which means each spider was paid .50 for their work) (okay, okay — they didn’t pay the spiders).
I remember these golden orb weavers from Yoron, and my dear friend Mike, partner of Beth, one of my roommates in college, walked into one of their giant webs on an outing into the jungle/cemetery area of Yoron while visiting me. Since Beth had just picked up the lid of a curiously large pot buried in the ground — a pot that was, incidentally, full of human remains — and Mike started shrieking and running toward us, we all sat around and screamed for a few minutes. The spider, luckily, exited the scene, to all of our relief, and Beth re-consecrated the poor guy buried there by putting his lid back on, but seriously? Those are some freaking huge spiders.
