Someone tell me to do some work.
The Parade of Unfortunate
Star Wars
Costumes
Words I never, ever wanted to go through my brain: "This picture is making me feel a bit aroused by Boba Fett." >[link]
eta: Baby Yoda! [link]
eta²: Hippie Stormtrooper! [link]
tommyrot: GET TO WORK.
Don't MAKE me go get Gud.
Rush Limbaugh
Rush used to work for the Kansas City Royals, around the time they really started to suck. Coincidence? I think not.
tommyrot: GET TO WORK.
Hee.
OK. Just let me read this NYT review of Star Wars first. [link]
crazy star wars people make me laugh. good times.
And I'm sure I'm not the only person who would be pleased to see the last of pennies.
I have a touch of OCD, I think, when it comes to pennies. If I see a penny on the ground, I *cannot* walk away. I *have to* pick it up. I have fished pennies out of puddles, out of motor oil, out of dirt, etc. It's a sickness.
What. Did. I. Say?
::sighs::
Okaay....
::Alt-Tabs to MS Visual Studio .Net::
::mails pennies to Steph::
I hate them. I throw them away rather than move them from place to place, often. Once, when I was moving, I dropped my change bucket on the street, and only bothered to pick up the silver coins. My cousin, company owner and rich as hell, picked every penny up.
Either that's why she's rich, or she needs to relax a bit.
I hate them. I throw them away rather than move them from place to place, often.
It's people like you who enable my obsession.