We seem to have stopped all conversation.
Um.... hey, did you see on Mythbusters where they built a trebuchet out of a cherry picker crane?
'Why We Fight'
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We seem to have stopped all conversation.
Um.... hey, did you see on Mythbusters where they built a trebuchet out of a cherry picker crane?
Hee. Schmoop!
I see babygoths all the time when I'm out and about.
I just love the term babygoths. When I went into Hot Topic to buy my 16 year-old BiL a t-shirt for Christmas, the young salesgirl there was SO FREAKIN' Cute. Lots of gorgeous tatoos. A wee nose ring. I wanted to tell her how cute she was but I didn't want her to think I was a big old freak.
We have a gothboy in one of the departments at work. He's all in black with black wristbands, black hat, long black ponytail. I just kinda go AWWW when I see him.
I don't want to go work tonight.
Okay, given, work for me involves computers and cool sound effects and sitting in theatres, but still, I just don't feel like doing that tonight.
NoiseDesign, work is, by definition, work. If it were too much fun, they'd make you pay them.
I don't want to work tonight, either. And work for me, tonight anyway, is grading quizzes, which is just going to be boring.
I have somehow managed to fritter away nearly three hours. I should be working on the house, but now it's too late to start anything big, so back to fritter, fritter, fritter.
Now I want a frittata.
Congratulations, Windsparrow!
Now I want a frittata.
mmm...frittatas. Also, fun to say.
Thank you, Beverly. It is possible that my current level of excitement is really not in reasonable proportions to the news. I keep giggling about it. But who cares, I'm going to enjoy the excitement as long as I can.