Mostly okay (she says cautiously).
She is a darling little (just out of kittenhood) green-eyed gray-black-brown-striped tigerkitty with splotches of cream on her polydactyl paws and chest. Her name is Victoria Diana Regina. She has bonded like whoa with Elayna - she slept on her last night!
Max and Jack are surprisingly calm about this, thus far. They haven't actually met her yet. Tonight, I think.
When you're a Jet, you're a Jet all the way...
Sing-Along West Side Story! ultra_lilac, you're coming with me, right? :)
He's not the only one
Richard Thompson - "Hots for the Smarts".
It sounds almost too good to be true: a cheap and simple drug that kills almost all cancers by switching off their “immortality”. The drug, dichloroacetate (DCA), has already been used for years to treat rare metabolic disorders and so is known to be relatively safe.
It also has no patent, meaning it could be manufactured for a fraction of the cost of newly developed drugs.
Evangelos Michelakis of the University of Alberta in Edmonton, Canada, and his colleagues tested DCA on human cells cultured outside the body and found that it killed lung, breast and brain cancer cells, but not healthy cells. Tumours in rats deliberately infected with human cancer also shrank drastically when they were fed DCA-laced water for several weeks.
Continue reading for *why* it works, which is also cool. I just didn't want to quote the whole article.
Sed Non Satiata: A pounding heartbeat coalesced into scent: demonic passion and brutal sexuality manifested through myrrh, red patchouli, cognac, honey, and tuberose and geranium in a breathy, panting veil over the darkest body musk.
In bottle: Myrrh-honey sweet, with an edge.
On me: The honey springs to the forefront, with the myrrh as a base. Ooooh, what a nice combo. Little musk, but mostly myrrh-honey.
Cloister Graveyard in the Snow: Three white musks, ozone, frankincense, mint.
In bottle: Ozone with a hint of mint.
On me: Yep, that gets to the back of the sinuses. This is not for me.
Languor: Paperwhite and black narcissus, three lilies, black poppy and tuberose and a hint of hypnotic opium den haze.
In bottle: Gyah floral!
On me: Gyah floral. Bleh. Swap. (I'm hitting the frimp pile now, can you tell? :))
Penthus: Salt tears over white roses, the fumes of thin funereal incense and the hollowness of calamus.
In bottle: Mostly incense. No bitchslap of rose.
On me: Salty mild floral. Oddness.
Schedule: Coffee with jadasc, errands in Watertown Square (post office, library, bank, CVS), writing...