If I can count your ribs, you're sickly.
 

That's one conclusion you could draw.

Another is that I actually have a neck because I have a modicum of upper-body strength.

The Not Bob phone just rang -- apparently, I have to depose Fugee next week.
 

Alllllllllright, Not Bob! Before you "depose" Fugee, maybe you should spend your free time studying up on the kama sutra or something. I know Fugee's a wingnut and all, but here's the christian husband's guide to the mind-blowing "deposition." Maybe you can pretend to be her husband. Role playing and all that. Careful with the dirty talk, though; Fugee don't like the vulgarity.

p.s. will there be pegging involved?

Fuuuckk
 

There's not enough mercury vapor in one flourescent bulb to really worry about. I'd just pick up the big pieces and shop-vac the rest. Or you could do what many married women with young do and make Mr. Puppy do it.

As for the fillings, one of my current clients is involved in all kinds of litigation to stop people from spreading the vicious rumor that the mercury in amalgam fillings is dangerous. (It really isn't. The compound uses many substances that keep it inert.) I would really hate to have to turn you in to these jackbooted thugs, so please go back and delelte that post before their spies see it and we both get killed.

If I can count your ribs, you're sickly.
 

I truly apologize for my earlier outburst. I am a bit sleep-deprived today. I offer this not as an excuse, but as at least a bit of an explanation. Even still, I am a bit taken aback by the vitriol and profanity of my response. I would edit it, but I want it to stay there on the board as an embarrassing reminder to myself of my dark side. Sorry to you and to the board for having had to witness that.

The Not Bob phone just rang -- apparently, I have to depose Fugee next week.
 

I just finished Children of God, which is the sequel to Mary Doria Russell's The Sparrow. I'm having difficulty deciding which one I liked better. They're both sci-fi, sort of, but they don't really feel sci-fi. They read more like a historical novel from a time that hasn't happened yet. The basic premise is that the most logical group to organize an expedition to investigate the discovery of intelligent life in Alpha Centauri is the Society of Jesus. Russell was a paleoanthropologist before she turned to a life of novelist, and I loved her characters.

I also recently read Neal Stephenson's The Diamond Age, which I think I like a lot better than I did Cryptonomicon, which I liked. It (The Diamond Age, not Cryptonomicon) is more solidly in the sci-fi genre (sub-genre: cyberpunk). I haven't started any of the Baroque Cylcle, though I have the first one sitting on my shelf.

My favorite non-fiction book that I've read this year is Temple Grandin's Animals in Translation. Grandin is autistic and she holds a Ph.D. in Animal Sciences. She's designed a good hunk of the slaughterhouses in the United States, and she thinks that her autism--specifically the way that she thinks in pictures rather than words--helps her understand animal behavior better than the non-autisic. The beef industry pretty much follow what she has to say religiously.

I'm in the middle of The Nautical Chart by Arturo Perez-Reverte right now, and so far so good. I've liked everything else I've read by him The Flanders Panel, The Club Dumas and The Seville Communication. If I had to pick a favorite, I'd go with the Flanders Panel, which is the first of his that I read. They're all sort of mysteries, but it's the personalities of the characters that make the books interesting.

Fuuuckk
 

Or, if you care about him, take it to an autodetailer.

And just don't eat tuna for a couple of weeks.

If I can count your ribs, you're sickly.
 

You must have a huge friggin neck....or short arms

If I can count your ribs, you're sickly.
 

Uh, isn't derivative a swap confirm? or an ISDA?

If I can count your ribs, you're sickly.
 

What's left of your hair is pretty.

If I can count your ribs, you're sickly.
 

This is good stuff. More please.

If I can count your ribs, you're sickly.
 

guys who are buff don't use the word "modicum."

Fuuuckk
 

You're being a nutbag.

And you are nursing? Want any tips? I nursed for 7 months each child. Never supplemented.

So! What size are you post baby?

The Not Bob phone just rang -- apparently, I have to depose Fugee next week.
 

Get Jasper Forde's new one "The Fourth Bear"

Raahhhh, Burger's a T-rex
 

Burger should hijack Ty's T-rex avatar.

We all live in a yellow submarine.
 

Apparently they don't have Google or a decent dictionary at your highly prestigious New York City law firm. Perhaps one of your lustful 50-ish partners can explain the post?