Having lately been crushed flat by work to the extent that I only now have granted myself the leisure to review missed
Deadwood
episodes, I am finding my sentences grown strange. The backs of them have all crept forward, under cover of a fog of expletives.
Born there, Yoda was.
Peter MacNicol has always had the same delivery. Don't get me wrong. It is a delivery that rocks. I had no idea he was on
Numb3rs.
I'll have to give it try, now that I know that.
Ohdear. I just discovered the crack that is the iTunes Music Store. I'm never leaving the house again.
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Oh, and Hi Gus!
t waves
t waves at 'Suela
t winks at erikaj
Life lately: Wake up. Program until you fall out. Wake up. Program some more. Fall out. Wake up. Program. Wake up! Wake the fuck UP!
Have a drink, watch TV, cuppa tea, cuppa tea, almost got shagged...
(winks back)
It's all in the game, for programmers, I think.Still, sorry to hear it...bleah.
Oy. I got up at 2, but I still haven't showered or dressed yet. Feel like a total slug, and will never lose this weight.
Um. Perhaps you shouldn't have asked.
Hey, it is all billable. I'm not complaining.
Much. It is more like piteous whinging, in basso-profundo, manly sort of way.
I know you're no punk, Gus.
Hey!
Oh, you meant that in a kindly way.
Nobody wants to talk
Deadwood.
Where should I go?
Hey y'all. Suela, I know well the siren song of the iTunes store. I'm making a mix CD for my mom, and while I had a perfectly respectable bunch of songs off stuff I already own, I keep thinking of things I just HAVE to have for her! Three so far, and I think I'd better stop there. Especially since -- crap -- I just realized I didn't buy the song I meant to get!