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Otherwise known as "the wedding registry". :-)
Pauls Aunt, Uncle, three cousins, and grandmother (on his dad's side) have given us china. :-)
Specifically, they have given us place-settings for twelve (three boxes of setting-for-four) plus the matching serving bowl and platter.
Score!!! :-D
I've been putting them through the dishwasher (Yes! They are dishwasher and microwave safe!) all morning. :-D
So... While the silverware still won't all match (we only have one set-for-four of that), we can at least feed our guests on all-matching china!
Woohoo! :-)
I feel so grown-up. :-)
*****
In random other news: I have been thinking about the term 'pro-life' and how it (apparently) only refers to the life of the not-yet-born baby.
Now, I grant you, I'm pro-choice, so I definitely have a bias here, but... That seems a little narrow, don't you think?
I mean, at the bare, bare minimum, there are two lives being effected here: The woman in question, and the child occupying her uteris.
(This, of course, leaves out various siblings and other parents who will also be effected by the life/death of this particular baby).
Sooo... What I feel the implication here is, is this:
The life (though not necessarily the quality of life, I should point out) of that child (and yes, I am discussing an actual child here) is more important than (A) the life of his/her mother, as well as the qualitiy of life of said mother, as well as his/her father &/or other mother, siblings, and possibly grandparents (depending on the situation).
Which seems a little out of wack to me.
Anywhoo. That's just my two scents.
***
In yet more other news: Paul and I watched "Serentiy" the other weekend. It was a lot of fun.
You can tell it's Joss Weidan (sp) though -- although not for the reasons that Ami_b sites. I find you can tell it's his writing by the strange-fun-silly combination of mellodrama and gallows humour.
While I concur that the existance of the Reevers is a little... wierd... (they're too organized to be as chaotic as they're supposed to be -- why do they not eat and kill each other? Why do they linger in that expance of emptiness between Miranda and the rest of the solar-system?) I have to wonder:
Could the name "Reevers" have originally been "reverse"? As in: "The [Pax] had the reverse effect on some of the colonists..." (which I hope wasn't too spoilery, but it's been out for a while folks, come on). :-)
Just a thought (or am I giving Joss too much credit? ;-)
***
And: In still other news:
I was a non-human ambasador from some warm, swampy planet. My species was amphibious (apparently) -- my skin was a translucent green, and i had no hair. :-) (And I'm not sure if I had teeth, either. Definitely had a tongue, though).
Our children were not concieved by sex, they were concieved by me (I was female) squirting eggs into a pool of warm, salty, non-stagnant water, and then having some male (usually one who was picked out beforehand, though not always) drop by and squirt sperm over the eggs.
My eggs were pink, and about half the size of my baby fingernail, when they came out of me. :-)
Both males and females had clits. :-)
Basically, how I put it was (thank gods for the universal translator, otherwise I wouldn't have had the words):
"Among humans, the male's clitoris is fused with his sperm-canal, yes?" (also, in my species, the male's sperm canal and testicles are internal -- the sperm doesn't have to be kept slightly below body-temperature in order to function... I'm not sure why, but it has something to do with the optimal water temperature for conception...)
Apparently my species gives really good head (Beverley was rather surprised, I think, but happy enough once things got started...) and doesn't have any hang-ups about who's dating/screwing whom (because sex doesn't have anything to do with procreation -- wierdly, I suppose...)
Also, our fingers are very long and slightly spatulated (like those tree-climbing frogs in the Amazon).
We're fairly peaceful and calm ('cause everybody's getting laid?), as far as I can tell. I have no freaking clue how they trace their lineage, although I suspect it's through the mother because we stay close to our eggs after we lay them, whereas any-old guy could be their father if he was in the right place at the right time).
Anywhoo. :-)
I wonder how much of this egg-related stuff has do with my ovulation? :-)
TMI? Why yes. :-) That's why it was behind a cut. :-)
This concludes my yammering for the day. :-)
Now off to the grocery store to return plastic bags and get icecream, and possibly some other sundries. :-)
-TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
Pauls Aunt, Uncle, three cousins, and grandmother (on his dad's side) have given us china. :-)
Specifically, they have given us place-settings for twelve (three boxes of setting-for-four) plus the matching serving bowl and platter.
Score!!! :-D
I've been putting them through the dishwasher (Yes! They are dishwasher and microwave safe!) all morning. :-D
So... While the silverware still won't all match (we only have one set-for-four of that), we can at least feed our guests on all-matching china!
Woohoo! :-)
I feel so grown-up. :-)
*****
In random other news: I have been thinking about the term 'pro-life' and how it (apparently) only refers to the life of the not-yet-born baby.
Now, I grant you, I'm pro-choice, so I definitely have a bias here, but... That seems a little narrow, don't you think?
I mean, at the bare, bare minimum, there are two lives being effected here: The woman in question, and the child occupying her uteris.
(This, of course, leaves out various siblings and other parents who will also be effected by the life/death of this particular baby).
Sooo... What I feel the implication here is, is this:
The life (though not necessarily the quality of life, I should point out) of that child (and yes, I am discussing an actual child here) is more important than (A) the life of his/her mother, as well as the qualitiy of life of said mother, as well as his/her father &/or other mother, siblings, and possibly grandparents (depending on the situation).
Which seems a little out of wack to me.
Anywhoo. That's just my two scents.
***
In yet more other news: Paul and I watched "Serentiy" the other weekend. It was a lot of fun.
You can tell it's Joss Weidan (sp) though -- although not for the reasons that Ami_b sites. I find you can tell it's his writing by the strange-fun-silly combination of mellodrama and gallows humour.
While I concur that the existance of the Reevers is a little... wierd... (they're too organized to be as chaotic as they're supposed to be -- why do they not eat and kill each other? Why do they linger in that expance of emptiness between Miranda and the rest of the solar-system?) I have to wonder:
Could the name "Reevers" have originally been "reverse"? As in: "The [Pax] had the reverse effect on some of the colonists..." (which I hope wasn't too spoilery, but it's been out for a while folks, come on). :-)
Just a thought (or am I giving Joss too much credit? ;-)
***
And: In still other news:
I was a non-human ambasador from some warm, swampy planet. My species was amphibious (apparently) -- my skin was a translucent green, and i had no hair. :-) (And I'm not sure if I had teeth, either. Definitely had a tongue, though).
Our children were not concieved by sex, they were concieved by me (I was female) squirting eggs into a pool of warm, salty, non-stagnant water, and then having some male (usually one who was picked out beforehand, though not always) drop by and squirt sperm over the eggs.
My eggs were pink, and about half the size of my baby fingernail, when they came out of me. :-)
Both males and females had clits. :-)
Basically, how I put it was (thank gods for the universal translator, otherwise I wouldn't have had the words):
"Among humans, the male's clitoris is fused with his sperm-canal, yes?" (also, in my species, the male's sperm canal and testicles are internal -- the sperm doesn't have to be kept slightly below body-temperature in order to function... I'm not sure why, but it has something to do with the optimal water temperature for conception...)
Apparently my species gives really good head (Beverley was rather surprised, I think, but happy enough once things got started...) and doesn't have any hang-ups about who's dating/screwing whom (because sex doesn't have anything to do with procreation -- wierdly, I suppose...)
Also, our fingers are very long and slightly spatulated (like those tree-climbing frogs in the Amazon).
We're fairly peaceful and calm ('cause everybody's getting laid?), as far as I can tell. I have no freaking clue how they trace their lineage, although I suspect it's through the mother because we stay close to our eggs after we lay them, whereas any-old guy could be their father if he was in the right place at the right time).
Anywhoo. :-)
I wonder how much of this egg-related stuff has do with my ovulation? :-)
TMI? Why yes. :-) That's why it was behind a cut. :-)
This concludes my yammering for the day. :-)
Now off to the grocery store to return plastic bags and get icecream, and possibly some other sundries. :-)
-TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
