Wash ,'Objects In Space'
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.
The nice lady at Fred Segal
I wanna go to Fred Segal now. I need some under eye cream assistance.
figuring out what the white highlighter is for
I find that it's great for two things. The first place I use it is in the arch of my eyebrow, which gives a light little shimmer up there. The second place I use it is, very lightly, at the inner corner of my eye, which makes my eyes look bigger and more alert.
Is gmail being annoying for anyone else? It won't let me send anything.
The second place I use it is, very lightly, at the inner corner of my eye, which makes my eyes look bigger and more alert.
Yes, that is EXACTLY what everyone needs white highlighter shimmer for. Some days, that trick is the only reason I look awake.
Is gmail being annoying for anyone else? It won't let me send anything.
I just sent you mail, so it isn't being weird for me. Though a few days ago it was being really really annoying.
I got your mail, but now it won't let me reply to it. Sigh.
Tep, did you send me mail? Or, rather, did you get mail from me, or did my work servers eat it, as is their occasional wont?
Tep, did you send me mail? Or, rather, did you get mail from me, or did my work servers eat it, as is their occasional wont?
I got your e-mail, and I've been dragging my feet in replying, because I am a lazy git. Will reply imminently.
No, no, don't rush. I'm just always paranoid that my outgoing stuff has disappeared. Because it sometimes in fact has. Though not this time, huzzah.
Perhaps this has already been linked in the LotR or Fanfic threads, but I don't care -- the Colbert Nation now has Stephen Colbert LotR fic:
"Minion of evil!" shouted Stephen. "You have heard of Gandalf the Gray, and Saruman the White, though you may fear them not! Now, tremble in your ethereal shoes, for I am Colbert the Pinstriped! Look upon me and despair!" The Ringwraith-who-was-not-yet-Nazgul shrank back from Stephen's gimlet gaze.
So, there I was, attempting to work on my homework like a good doobie, even trying the part of my math homework where it says, "Write a paragraph," which I, hypocritically, hate to do, and suddenly -- flash of rage! And now I must take a break.
(Mostly just because he asked us to make sure to write about the role the graph of complex numbers plays in multiplying them, particularly in polar form, and I don't know what the fuck he's talking about, because graph form! How the fuck does that help calculate the product? So, rage. Which makes me think maybe I'm a little tired.)