I am a frequent reader of all this glorious shit on Livejournal, yet I rarely post on my journal. Most of my posting is done in the various comment sections of the entries I read. Perhaps one day I will breakdown and start a journal in earnest, or perhaps I will share the names of my other online journals/blogs, but until then, I hope anyone I ( Read more... )

I've continually pondered what that means -- perhaps because I was told I was a late bloomer so many times as a child. In hindsight I think it was my mother's way of salving her conscience that I didn't measure up to what she thought I ought to be.  In fact, I never have measured up to what it is she thinks I ought to be doing.  My mistake was in ( Read more... )

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women to pee standing up!

After I was done laughing to the point of peeing on myself, I realized I might want to buy one of these. Just finished vacation, and it was a major hassle to find a restroom at times and sometimes I didn't. There were a couple of times my wet cuff drug on the ground while I was trudging back to the car. Of course I'm sure ( Read more... )

From BBC News:

"Scientists claim to have grown human sperm in a lab, and columnists and bloggers are musing on the possibility of a world where men are no longer needed."

Read the rest here:

news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/magazine/8142104.stm

Hmmm.  I don't think I even want to contemplate life without men.  Certainly, there are times they more or less ( Read more... )

I've noticed that the artists on LJ are very particular about getting credit for their work and giving credit for the works of others.  I understand, so I'm posting this entry for posterity.

Perhaps there will be a time I will inadvertently deny someone credit for their creations (thinking primarily of icons at this point).  If that happens, my ( Read more... )

Written by a woman to her gynecologist  and sent to him with her co-payment for her hysterectomy:

There once was a doctor named James
Who liked playing medical games
Each patient he knew from the posterior view
But alas all the faces looked the same.

I promised myself that I would not parade my introspection for all the world to see. Despite my interest in so many things, the self-conscious nature of introspection is boring. But how to begin?