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I'm celebratin' my 31st birthday with NyQuil and chicken soup!

Aaawwww, ya poor little monkey! *big hugs for TJ*

Well, I just bought the new Dizzee Rascal album and I'm thinking of buying a Treo (though I may not simply because the damned PalmOne site crashes my computer) and also I'm going to Costa Rica in November, though I'm thinking I might instead to teach Stav the proper way to dry one's testicles.

All of this is with what money? I don't know.

....uh, that would be "go to Korea" somewhere in the above musing.

I actually thought of buying a PDA at one point, because I could get it at a discount where I worked, but then I realized that I didn't have enough of a life that it merited organizing.

So instead, I continue spending my meager earning on cheesesteaks, candy, beer, and the occasion trinket like this.

Sheesh, at the swim club I joined in July, the women are the most hung-up, uptight, anti-nudity people I've ever encountered. I can't figure it out! Grown women trying to get dressed wrapped in towels, not letting an inch of skin show.

A little blow-drying of the pubes would seem like a refreshing breeze, seriously.

And Dana, Costa Rica? How cool is that! I have always wanted to go there.

well, I waddn't gonna say anything on AskMe, but I've most certainly availed myself of the "hair" dryers in my gym.

When I was a little girl, my brothers and sister and I learned to swim at the Jewish Center. We took swimming lessons and eventually joined the swim team, and pretty much lived at the Jewish Center until dinner time.

About two dozen other street urchins from that neighborhood were there all the time, too, and all of us were Catholic. One family made up most of the team - they had 14 kids.

It was like the Jewish Center existed just to keep us inner-city Catholic kids off the street and in the pool. This had been a nice neighborhood once, but now it had fallen on hard times.

Anyway, there was one big shower room there, and a tiny little lady, who prefigured the tiny lady in Poltergeist, who would come in and turn on the showers for us. We were never allowed to touch the valves, ever. Just stand there and wait for Mrs. Blau to turn on the water. Then we had to take off our swimsuits, get clean, and dry off, and wrap up our suits in our towels.

She would cluck at us to hurry, and untangle our hair, and make sure we didn't leave anything behind, and that we'd gotten most of the water out of our hair before we went out into the cold to walk home.

I have no idea why I'm going on about this, endlessly, but I guess it is because Mrs. Blau never made us feel awkward being naked in front of everyone. She's probably the reason I've got no nudity taboo.

Hell, Dana, if I had any pubes, I'd be right there at the dryer with ya. **wink**

I don't get the nudity taboo either. I had a coworker tell me, in shocked, hushed tones, about how she'd just joined a gym and the other night had witnessed a woman changing out of her clothes right there, in the middle of the locker room!

I just blinked.

"Hell, Dana, if I had any pubes, I'd be right there at the dryer with ya. **wink**"

*makes another tick mark in The Book next to tizzie's name*

I grew up with a nutty catholic mom, so I had the nudity taboo intact. I used to wear my shorts under my jeans on gym days in high school. Of course, the taboo factor made nudity exciting, along with all the weird, subversive literature and rock and roll I was absorbing, so I took oppotunities to get naked in secret (there weren't many other opportunities). I only ever joined a gym for like two weeks (long story) and there was a guy I went to high school who went there too, so I didn't get naked there either. And I didn't run with much of a spontaneous nudity crowd as a young adult.

I'm a stew of catholic psychosis and either the Vatican or a Freudian shrink could make a mint offa me.

I'm spending my money on whisky and pizza mostly.

*scrolls back a bit*

You people are beginning to FREAK ME OUT.

I'm enjoying my swank new digs, but I eventually will have to start opening these cardboard boxes with all my earthly possessions within, and figure out where the hell everything goes.

But the worst is over, thanks to Mountain Dew, Red Bull, some great Russian movers, and my super-awesome girlfriend.

Not in that order, natch.

I'm thinking I might instead to teach Stav the proper way to dry one's testicles.

A better sorta-offer I've not heard in a very long time indeed.

Also : big bucks?

*cries*

I have a nudity taboo, but only on myself: I refuse to subject others to viewing my knobby rack of sinew and scar tissue unless they have stated, either verbally or, ah, via other indications, that they are willing to stifle their screams and/or put down the lights.

Nudity in others, I have no problem with. However, I might suggest to *some* of you (collective "world"-you, present company excepted, of course) that a personal nudity taboo along the lines of mine might be considered good form by the rest of us. I'm just saying.

What am I doing with my big bucks? I just bought a real digital camera, and I'm going to need a car 2 3 next year. In the meantime, I'm buying trees! White birches and blue spruces, specifically.

Fes, those are awful sexy cars for a guy with a nudity taboo. That said, I'd vote for the T-bird!

I can attest to the awesome power of the T-Bird, Fes, but where do you plan on putting the bambinos? The trunk?

I say go with the Audi. I mean, why go crypto-Nazi with Ford when you can go full-on Fuhrer with a nice German automobile?

The fraulein has a point, Fes. There is no better car for rolling over your enemies in grand style.

(Well, there is Caterpillar, but they're oddly short on leg room, and parking can be a real pain in the keyster.)

I do love that A6 - I test drove one not too long ago, and long ago I owned an Audi 5000, it was by far the best car I've every owned. But they are very dear, so unless I can find one used enough to be cheaper but not used quite enough to come with issues, an A6 seems unlikely. The T-bird is a beautiful car, I haven't driven one yet, but there *is* the bambino question. Not much room for a couple of carseats in that thing.

So I'm leaning toward the 300C. I rented one to try out last time I had to go to Evil Corporation HQ, and it was a pleasure - smooth ride, significant acceleration (thanks, Hemi!), nicely appointed interior, and it has a certain rough elegance on the street, like an impeccably trained Rottweiler.

Hmph. Not big on the 300C's grill...it looks like someone had indigestion and fell asleep while watching "Brazil", then grabbed a pencil and headed to the drawing board upon awakening.

Among those three, I vote for the Audi, or the T-bird with a remodeled trunk for bambino storage.

By the way, have Chryslers stopped sucking? I didn't get the memo.

I dunno Fes. For my way of thinking, 'personal nudity taboos' contribute quite substantially to general modern day body aesthetics. Beauty (or lack thereof) might be in they eye of the beholder, but I dare say (collective world)your definition of beauty is severely hamstrung by exposure to a limited sample.

In other words, I fully plan on continuing to sunbathe topless when I am 80 years old.

Like Vidiot, I have been puttering around the new flat, finding varous surprises in unpacking (finally found where I packed the tampons) and playing with power tools (not a euphamism - I seem to be the only female in the flat who is not deathly afraid of a non-liquid screwdriver).

well, vidiot & kimmy, if my apartment is any indication, much of your stuff will still be in boxes a year down the line.

Chryslers have definitely stopped sucking. The 300M came out a couple years ago, that is a sweet car, and I do like this 300C (I personally think the grill is reminiscent of teeth). They also have an array of newish models that people like. I know several people who own and love the Sebring convertible. And if you're a goofball, that PT Cruiser has come down a lot in sticker price, from what I understand.

And my dear romakimmy, I concede that many of us dream of the glories of a topless society, especially one in which one is fortunate enough to be proximic to your sunbathing *shiver*. My personal nudity taboo is likely indicative of a legacy self-esteem issue (women have, in the past, mentioned various aspects of my form in a positive light, so perhaps I am not entirely displeasing to the distaff eye, but one remains one's own worst critic), but I don't think that any of us can argue that there is a significant segment of the population who feel overfree to show off what, aesthetically speaking, may be the more dubious aspects of their particular mortal coil.

(translation: ugly people should always wear clothes. Also, the vision of the angelic Ms. Kimmy puttering around her new apartment fixing things like some delightful Amy Wynn Pastor is remarkably bracing for a drab Tuesday morning)

that should be, "...that there *isn't* a significant segment...".

Fes, that Chrysler just screams "old fart." Stick with the Audi.

Also, I firmly believe everyone has the right to be naked. Most folks look better nude than clothed, something I've witnessed firsthand on nude beaches.

OTOH, wearing spandex should absolutely require a license.

I definitely will, if I can swing the green (I will most likely be changing jobs next year as well, which can force the issue either way). But, on the other hand, I turn 37 this year, so an old fart car might not be entirely out of my jurisdiction.

translation: ugly people should always wear clothes..

Call me nuts, (and I know fes was kidding around), but this is what the so-called sexual revolution amounted to. More fun and perks for the attractive, wealthy and/or extremely "liberated" and more resentment for everybody else. People talk about the gap between the economic haves & have nots, the gap between the sexual overacheivers and the rest of the world is more like a chasm.

Me, I'm beginning to long for the days of unexposed navels.

Well, it's not like we can Harrison Bergeron their asses. You gotta just work what you got.

remarkably bracing for a drab Tuesday morning

The fact that it's Wednesday either underscores the old fart theory, or the "remarkably".

(*does a jig*)
Call me nuts, and the rest of me'll come a-runnin. Arrrr.

Well, shit. Where the hell did Tuesday go?

It still feels like Tuesday.

It still feels like Tuesday.

Yeah. It sure does.

Jon, my move was made easier because I had a few boxes left over -- and still unopened -- from my previous move from Atlanta two years ago.

BTW - inline images are allowed again. The upgrade to MT 2.64 apparently doesn't allow img tags by default. (FYI - You've got to add them to the "Santize Specs" in the config.)

*sees Lupo's picture, reads annotations*

*snarfs Mug Root Beer all over his editing machine*

Also, I'd never smoke a pipe.

Pipe? That's no pipe. That's an Everlasting Beef Jerky.

Oh, very well then.

Actually, back in high school my freind Brian bought an eight-foot beef stick at the store one day and managed to eat the whole thing. I ever tried that you'd find me dead on the couch with four feet of beef coming out of me.

um

dead on the couch with four feet of beef coming out of me.

*blinks*

I don't even wanna guess what end it'd be protruding from.

Vidiot,

We still gotta have that cheesteak, yo. Lisa's at school tonight if you wanna meet up.

Adam, what the hell are those critters? I definitely would like to hire them to stomp out forest fires.

Watch out for those white birches, Fes. There's a borer that finds that kind of birch extremely tasty. I would recommend the river birch. I think they look cooler, too.

...And that's the first time my tree expertise has ever amounted to anything online.

Thanks, Adam. Those things'll haunt my nightmares for awhile, I suspect. (Or maybe just that music. Who can tell?)

As for how I spend my big bucks... I'm jetting off to Prague for a week. Oh, sure, it's in November, but it's still a vacation. Also toying with getting an iBook. But that may have to wait a little bit longer.

Well, whatever you do, aine, don't pick up Arthur Phillips's novel Prague in preparation. Not because it's a bad book (it wasn't bad, really), but because it's got little to do with Prague.

Seriously, quite jealous of that trip. As for me: I have no money.

I saw that book the other day and got all excited. Then I realized it wasn't much about the city. :-(

Still looked like it might be some decent reading, but my unread book stack is already threatening to topple over and crush me, so it'll have to wait. (I bought a fifth bookcase the other day. I think my book collection's getting out of hand.)

Speaking of cars (and you can only buy Korean ones in Korea, basically), we're actually thinking of buying one. My god, it's terrifying.

She Who Must Be Obeyed wants one of these, 'cause they're all cute and stuff.

The upside is that even new, they only run about $6000 US.

Cute is an understatement, Senor Pollo.

Why do baby animals and little cars get me all happy inside?

Mars: thanks for the tip! I'm in your debt.

Mars, don't river birches have water-seeking roots that grow right through your plumbing lines? Or is that an urban folk tale?

That car cries out for a custom paint job involving a smiley face. It could be the 21st Century Korean Love Bug if you do it just right!

21 boxes of books here, aine42.

Not counting, of course, the four mail tubs of books I took to the Salvation Army.

(Is there a Salvation Navy? Air Force?)

Tizzie, Marty may correct me on this, but pretty much EVERY tree has water seeking roots that will seek out plumbing lines.

Vidiot: Aren't the books fun to move? Two moves ago, I was moving into a 3rd-floor walk-up. On my way down to the van for another load, I ran into my mother coming up the stairs with two boxes of books in hand. She looked at me in that way only a mother can look at you and said, "I'm sorry I ever taught you how to read."

Suffice it to say, last time I moved, I carried all my books myself.

I have no ducets to spend, but when I do, I'll be spending them on records, records, records, records, and the five birthdays I have to celebrate in October (not counting my own.)

Just moved into a fourth-floor walkup....but thank goodness I hired movers.

Wow, they're releasing "Smile"? Whoa.

Coincidence??!?! Tuesday, I posted this thread about big bucks, and today, Friday, I got a PROMOTION and a RAISE.

I think this bodes extremely well for all of us, my friends. We are on the road to riches, paved with monkey luck!

Cheers! To all of us, and our imminent success!!

Oh, and the way I said that, like I was really calm? That's only because I am in shock.

Congratulations and monkey felicitations to you, dear Tizzie!

I agree with the other ladies who can't understand what the hang up is with some women about being seen nude, or seeing others nude in the women's locker room! You feel like telling them to grow-up already, and stop acting like a little child! We all have the same body parts, and most of the time no one is looking anyway! I am a mother of three children, my body is definitely not perfect, but it does not faze me to walk nude from my locker to the shower room, and why in the heck should it? It actually gets me mad when I see some of these young women who have perfect bodies feeling like they have to cover up, if I can be a few pounds over weight, and have stretch marks from pregnancy, and yet be comfortable being nude, then so can they! I live in Cleveland Ohio, and there is a very well'known and very well-respected TV news anchor woman from one of our TV stations here, who attends the same gym as I do. Everybody in the entire Cleveland area knows who she is, and she has no problem with showering and walking around the locker room completely in the nude! She will stand at the mirrors blow drying her hair, and doing her makeup in the nude. And she is very approachable for an autograph or to chat while she's nude! And she is not trying to show-off in the slightest, she just feels that it is childish for women to be uncomfortable being nude in the locker room in front of other women! I would much rather see women who are comfortable in their own skin, than to be ashamed, and always be covered up!

I agree with the other ladies who can't understand what the hang up is with some women about being seen nude, or seeing others nude in the women's locker room! You feel like telling them to grow-up already, and stop acting like a little child! We all have the same body parts, and most of the time no one is looking anyway! I am a mother of three children, my body is definitely not perfect, but it does not faze me to walk nude from my locker to the shower room, and why in the heck should it? It actually gets me mad when I see some of these young women who have perfect bodies feeling like they have to cover up, if I can be a few pounds over weight, and have stretch marks from pregnancy, and yet be comfortable being nude, then so can they! I live in Cleveland Ohio, and there is a very well'known and very well-respected TV news anchor woman from one of our TV stations here, who attends the same gym as I do. Everybody in the entire Cleveland area knows who she is, and she has no problem with showering and walking around the locker room completely in the nude! She will stand at the mirrors blow drying her hair, and doing her makeup in the nude. And she is very approachable for an autograph or to chat while she's nude! And she is not trying to show-off in the slightest, she just feels that it is childish for women to be uncomfortable being nude in the locker room in front of other women! I would much rather see women who are comfortable in their own skin, than to be ashamed, and always be covered up!

Everybody in the entire Cleveland area knows who she is, and she has no problem with showering and walking around the locker room completely in the nude! She will stand at the mirrors blow drying her hair, and doing her makeup in the nude. And she is very approachable for an autograph or to chat while she's nude!

Did you take pictures?

Some people just don't feel like displaying themselves, cindy. It dosen't neccessarily mean that they're hung-up or repressed.

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