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Oh, tea tree oil soap, how I lovest thee,
Thou takest away the itch left by thy cruelest of mosquitoes
on a warm summer night spent 'neath the moon and stars...and streetlights of Baltimore.
Oh, such soap, with your sweetly spicy perfume
and properties of anti-itch,
to you I do write pathetic odes
and embarrass myself
upon Teh Intarnetz.
Without you, such a scratchy mess I would be.


Cause the mosquito bites are that bad, and Doc Bronner's tea tree oil castille soap really does make the itch stop. Way up there on my list of items I couldn't live without.

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I'm pretty sure that I never posted this article back when I first read it, but I just brought it up in comments in a post, and I think it merits its own post. The article is about military chaplains and the crises of faith that they face. It's heartbreaking, I don't know what else to say. It's a somewhat long story- it's 6 pages. And there's no registration needed.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/18367801/site/newsweek/

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So as I was on my way to the train today, I ran into chironcentaur on her way back to the house from work. We stopped and were talking for a minute when this guy comes running across the street, apologizes for interrupting us and says that he needs a woman's opinion on on something. Then starts babbling on about a poem that he just wrote and he wants our opinions on it. And then goes on and on about ow he wants us to be honest. Finally, I just said "Okay, fine but I'm on my way to work, so go ahead and read it.

So he did. It was really a beautiful poem. Gavin and I both told him so...and his response was to start yelling "No way! Are you fucking with me? I took three minutes to write this! Stop fucking with me!" (At that point, I was slightly afraid that he was going to haul off and attack one of us...but another woman came walking down the block and he ran over to her, she brushed him off saying that she was late for a train. I left to go catch my own train, but when I looked back from partway down the block, he was back to talking to Gavin.

So hey Gav, how did that conversation end???

Ummm...

So all of a sudden, I have this very strong taste of barbecue sauce in my mouth. No clue why, but there it is, as real as if I'd just bitten into a piece of BBQ chicken or something.

And I couldn't tell you when last I ate anything containing barbecue sauce...at least a month, probably a good bit more.