Aug. 10th, 2011

lightcastle: Lorelei Castle (Default)
I once had a lovely pair of white suspenders. I got them from Marc Jacobs because I had store credit. I never wore them, because soon after getting them I loaned them to someone for a shoot. She asked to take them and the black dress shirt she borrowed to a party afterwards.

I said yes, and never saw them again.

I saw her a couple of times, she was moving and didn't know what box they were in.
After that, she just stopped answering emails from me, or calls, or tweets, or facebook messages.

A couple of weeks ago, I got included on a mass facebook invite to her farewell party. She is leaving Boston and (similarly to what I did upon leaving Montreal) having a party where she is divesting herself of stuff.

I'd like my suspenders and shirt back, but am not sure I want to travel all the way to Boston just for that. The party itself could be fun, I suppose, as both the reverse scavenger hunt and the pudding wrestling sound amusing. Still, that's my whole weekend just to get back two pieces of clothing from someone who made it quite clear some time ago that I'm not even worth returning email to.

But it's not like I have much else planned this weekend.
lightcastle: Lorelei Castle (Default)
No, I have not written it.

However, while mentioning that there is no established mechanism of action for viscosupplementation and that therefore I am tempted to ask a question which is, essentially, "make up an interesting MoA for this, since there is no established clinical proof of one", my coworker piped in with,

"They could make it an epic poem of the battle in the knee. All the cells can have heroes. Behold the hero of the cytokines.

It would be The Cytokinead."

I am such a nerd for wanting this.

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