I always knew they made shit up.
Dude, right? I'm still a little bitter over the way interpretations of poetry get oversimplified.
Um, which may seem like a strange leap. But I spent years thinking The Road Not Taken was all about "Yay! Road less traveled by!" and being bugged by it, not to mention that "Nothing Like the Sun" sonnet, which Jen tells me is totally not saying what my grade school teachers told me.
Come on guys, natter. I'm bored stiff over here!
t /imperious sense of entitlement
Right. So now I'm singing Avenue Q filk in my head, awaiting a phone call from Brazil, and giving my computer a cocktail. But at least I'm no longer suffering from crippling abdominal cramps.
I really want to know what the rest of the lyrics are to "My Girlfriend Who Lives On Coruscant".
awaiting a phone call from Brazil,
Is this code for something? Like fighting crime?
top right is fine.
Robin! How was New York? How was the wedding?
That was quick. Well done, shrift! Also, it's funny how recent experience influences perception, isn't it? I read "giving my computer a cocktail" and thought, okay, so it's an AIDS metaphor? The computer has a very dangerous virus?
That aside, I'll bite. What do you mean, you're giving your computer a cocktail?
Maybe she doused it in alcohol and set it ablaze.
Well, some cocktails involve fire....
I hope your vacation was awesome, Kat & lori.
So, I've finished with one part of the thing I have to finish for tomorrow. I have four more to go, two of them actually require me being able to think. I'm thinking I'm going to start with one of those, then an easy one, then the more difficult part, then the last one. I'm sure y'all are fascinated by my plans.
Kat! Robin! Other travelers! Welcome each to their respoctive homes. I'm going to travel soon to some other floor of the building in hunt of something to eat. Not as exciting as NYC, but, hey, food. Probably some powder that needs hot water over it to resemble something that's supposed to taste like real food (no vending machines in the building), but, hey, sort-of-food.
[Edit: 8=1+4+3, as well as 81=3^4]
[Another Edit: Why can't I write 3&sup4; the way I do with 3²?]
Kat! How was your trip? I prefer top center, but I never sent you the paper.
That sounds like a sound plan, Nilly.