You know why the Army sent Capt. Willard in to take out Col. Kurtz in Apocalypse Now? He got all those villagers to think he was some kind of god talking to them about iodine. You can't be going off script like that, you know, telling the great gospel of iodine. Army don't like that.
And no, I am not wearing a foil hat. It's a myth that they can steal your thoughts right out of your head... as long as you supplement with iodine.
Iodine is also implicated in a few other nasty episodes, fictional and non-fictional, including Area 57, the JFK and RFK assassinations, Super Bowl XXX, Donald Trump's hair, the words to Louie, Louie, the Church of the Subgenius, secret messages in Mad magazine from 1971-1976, the Tunguska Explosion in Siberia (1908), codes from the footnotes in House of Leaves, Sarah Palin, viruses from outer space, and a few hundred other things I can't begin to explain now. Mostly because they're watching my every move.
As long as I have iodine, I'm safe. I think. But can I trust the iodine, or have "they" gotten to it, too?
On the other hand, I really loved it. Editing (of the substantive kind, not proofreading) is sort of like climbing into the middle of a book and looking at its structure from the inside, and when I'm in the zone, it's actually a really magical, almost zen process. It's hard to explain how it works in my head, but it's really cool. Too bad it doesn't tend to pay a living wage these days. It's all being contracted out to freelancers who work for a pittance.
I also like supporting artists. I'm a creative person who has her own artistic outlets, but I have always liked some of that supporting role. I liked working as crew, directing, or doing publicity for theatre, I enjoyed being an editor, and I'm interviewing this week for a job with the local opera company. I don't need the leading role in everything.
I must have missed that page of the thread. I keep running into mentions of how satisfied his wife is now, how satisfied he is, how fluffy her boobs are - there you go, bloodorchid, I said BOOBS - which just makes me scream (and not in pleasure).
If I had a partner posting details in such fashion, I would be Hulk Panda Mad. Hopefully, it is with permission of Mrs. Prophet.
Also, my first year of college (my first time around, as a music major) I shared a dorm room with a girl who was so freaked out about body issues that she looked at me on the first day and said "You're not the kind of person who walks around naked or in her underwear or anything, are you?!" in this terrified voice. She changed in the bathroom for the entire first year. I felt kind of sad for her, but it also made me paranoid about getting dressed in case she saw too much skin and had a panic attack.
Since then, my only times living in res have been in grad school. Grad student residence is a whole other story. Nobody pulls fire alarms, you have your own room, and everyone studies all the time *very quietly*. It's almost monastic. Bliss.
“You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.”
And that's why I'm here eating HFLC Primal/Paleo.