I was uninsured for a year while studying abroad, and was then (and still am!) taking a few drugs to treat my ridiculous amounts of depression. After experimenting with a few options, the best thing I found was to have a doctor who had treated me in the past send a new prescription for a 3-month supply of meds to one of the Canadian pharmacy websites, then have those meds sent to me way on the other side of the Pacific. Somehow, that ended up being cheaper than when I'd had those same meds covered by insurance and had bought them in the US. Something similar might work for you, too, especially since every kind of Prozac will be in generic in Canada.
Whenever I see someone wearing those toe shoes out in the wild, I have to suppress an intense urge to stomp on their feet. I haven't felt a desire like that since the time in 2nd grade when the kid who sat in front of me grew a rat-tail, and when he was busy focusing on his schoolwork I cut it off with safety scissors.
Ariel Levy is such a great writer, and I wish I had some super-power that would allow me to manipulate all the teenagers of America into reading that book.
Hey all! There are actually several people going to the LA meetup tonight, not just one! I just made a mistake and the first invite is only visible if you're in the "Monsters" facebook group. So I made another one that everyone in the world could see. Except now it does make me look like a big fat loser, which I am expecting future employers to take note of when not hiring me.
It's all worth it to meet you guys tonight, though! 9pmish! Find the 6ft tall blond girl who looks extremely uncomfortable -- that girl will be me, waiting to make friends with you.
I think people mistake Hollywood the neighborhood with "Hollywood" the concept. Hollywood the neighborhood is huge, and runs the gamut from expensive and upscale to seedy as fuck. But that's what I like about it -- you can walk around the area north of Franklin by the UCB and see all these great old brick apartment buildings and big trees, and gawk at the huge Scientology celebrity center, then go a few blocks south-east-ish and be in Thai Town, then go west and see tourists getting their picture taken with a struggling/failing actor who dresses up as Spiderman every day and hangs out in front of the Chinese theater. It's fun and weird and diverse in a million different ways. I think what throws people from other places about LA in general is that LA takes a little more work, but I think anyone willing to put in that work can see it for the actually fantastic (and frustrating, and bizarre, and many other adjectives!) place it is.
Also, I've never had a bad time downtown. To add to the cool places down there, the Brewery art colony is pretty fantastic! The fact that that place can even exist, and flourish, is something I think is uniquely LA.
Every time I drive past Pink's, I am shocked again at just how many people want to wait an hour in line for a hot dog that will take them 5 minutes to eat.
Also, the non-meat burger (I know, blasphemy) at Umami is probably the best veggie burger patty I've ever had. Surprisingly delicious, A++, would eat again.
I'm even sadder that I didn't go to the LA meetup last weekend, now (got dumped that morning, WOOPS). I'm working on getting chubby! Be my friends, LA monsters!
That superficial post really bummed me out too (much like every superficial post). Peter Dinklage is great! Watch "The Station Agent," everybody! But then, I went back to the videogum post about his guest spot on 30 Rock, and was heartened by all the ladies and fellas saying how attractive they found him, and that erased the damage. I definitely want to sexxx him/his voice/his acting talent, no matter what his height might be.
Although I'm replying way after the fact, I'm also pretty bummed by that tag. Admitting publicly to having a highly-stigmatized emotional disorder, which you are taking care of like an adult, does not one Randy Quaid make.
(I blame the terrible grammar in that sentence on my highly-stigmatized emotional disorder, btw).
Oh man, one thing that's really a lot of fun when you want to get your blood boiling is to listen to old Japanese people talk about how they're okay with immigration...as long as the immigrants are all "returnee" Japanese from Brazil. Real progressive, Ojiisan...
I do love how every so often while living in Japan I'd see someone just totally flouting Japanese social norms (in a way I think most Americans living in Japan are afraid to do) -- like say blasting up-tempo music from your motorcycle's speakers, in a residential area, at night -- and realize that the people doing it were those same returnee Japanese. Those guys get all the thumbs up.
Actually, due to drastically declining birth rates in Japan and the country's complete unwillingness to revamp their outdated and frankly draconian immigration policies, I say this guy has a pretty fair shot! #bummergum #phdinjapanesestudiessayswhat?
!!! I had the T-Rex, which would awkwardly amble forward (powered by two D batteries). I think you could also shoot little red laser things from the helmet it wore on its head.
My stepdad did not let having only girls get in the way of a good time, clearly.
Whenever I rail against Oprah (basically, every time I talk with a stranger and have been drinking) I always bring up the chocolate set. Because it's infuriating.
...If anyone wants to hear all about how Oprah is bad for women, by the way, let me know -- I have some Old Overholt in the cupboard.
I will never understand why so many people still seem to think that in 2010, the entire country of Mexico is still hanging out in giant hats and serapes. They have sweaters in Mexico too, people. Come on.
But doesn't it seem like the "crazy mother" reference was a reference to the story of Jacob and Esau? Like, Esau would believe his mother was "crazy" because she convinced Jacob to steal his older brother's birthright and helped him do it. And we know Jacob's name but not the Smoke Monster's, which makes me think there has to be a significance in his name. Or, I could be full of shit, I have no idea really anymore -- thank you for that, Lost!
I am going to new orleans for the first time in two short weeks, and I am so excited? Yes, I am so excited. I will be the girl wandering around double-fisting beignets and contemplating haunted house tours.
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