Yup.
Crap.
Wash ,'Serenity'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Yup.
Crap.
I think I got it (whitefont): 6/(1-(5/7))
Is that right?
[Edited after Hil's change]
Hil, you got it! Yay you!
Nilly, see my second post. I realized the first was a typo after I posted it.
t edit: nevermind
Hil, you got it! Yay you!
Yay!
Now, to figure out what to have for dinner. This might be more difficult.
Then I'm slounging in the back seat with my copy of Anansi Boys. Can we stop for bacon?
Obviously I meant actual shotgun, as in 'weapon with which to mow down my opressors', but bacon sounds great.
Bacon and shotguns! Woot.
You know how I can tell I'm stressed (today)? I can feel my pulse in my eardrums. I think I'm about to have a Cronenberg moment.
Hands up everybody who knew that Edward Gorey was college roommates with the famous poet Frank O'Hara? And that Alison Lurie and Adrienne Rich and Donald Hall and George Plimpton and Bunny Lang were all in that same circle of Harvard/Radcliffe friends?
How about that Gorey's stepmother (briefly) was the actress that sings Le Marseille in Casablanca?
You know how I can tell I'm stressed (today)? I can feel my pulse in my eardrums.
That's your heart trying to not have a stroke.
t edit And please don't. Have a stroke, that is.
Hmm. Due to an extreme need to go grocery shopping, tonight looks like it's a "throw together whatever's in the cupboard" dinner night. I think I can manage couscous with spinach, tomatoes, garlic, and white beans. Not quite any particular cuisine, but seems like it ought to taste good.
Well, I'm off to get my hair cut!
Not short enough to deserve pictures, though. Sorry.
Well, I'm off to get my hair cut!
::blood pressure diverted...::
Not short enough to deserve pictures, though. Sorry.
::blood pressure reverts to predetermined levels::
And please don't. Have a stroke, that is.
If you insist.