OK, that praying Calvin might be the wrongest thing I've EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE.
Uch. So glad I haven't seen these. I don't know where JZ is seeing them, but maybe I'm just instinctively looking away as they approach. Who the fuck would think Calvin is a penitent Christian?
Let me say this about that: he is not.
People should keep their spinal fluid where it belongs as Jesse recommends.
Back from bowling and cleaning out Bandai's sale-priced-to-go Teen Titans figures for Emmett. I am weary.
I have to work tomorrow. Jessica's assessment of the work-it-sucks thing seems eerily prescient. However, I'm taking Friday off. And I have next Monday off. So. Two day work week. I can make that work for me.
I got totally dissed at Polgara's xmas party, TWICE.
When she introduced me to coworkers and they asked where I worked, they would got all wide-eyed and start to ask about the damned rovers. And Polgara would step in and say, "oh, no, she's not my Rover friend."
And then NO ONE CARED.
Allyson, it'll be fine. And when you get to age three, he'll not only remember you, he'll boss you around.
Listening to a cd my brother made me. I'd asked for this album, but he didn't get out and buy it. So christmas eve, he downloaded it from itunes and made me a cd. It's got extra stuff. Made me laugh when I realized what he'd done. Of course, he wrapped up all his packages from the car parts he bought with the money I sent, and we made a big production of marvelling over my exquisite taste in spark plugs.
I'm finally unpacked. Damned handlers broke a really pretty candleholder mom gave me. Hate it when that happens. It was securely wrapped, but I saw them throw the bags around. Um.
My cats are all paranoid now. My brother also gave me a gallon sized ziploc full of rather potent catnip. I'm sure the TSA found it and perhaps were skeptical of the handwritten "IT'S ONLY CATNIP."
I think he was trying to get me in trouble.
Time Magazine top 10 TV shows of 2005.
I don't get the HIMYM love, but I'm certainly not going back a second time to doublecheck.
OTOH, BSG!
My favorite Roomba anecdote.
I carry the Roomba into the bedroom and put it on the floor, but before I turn the power on, I stop and observe the cats, both sleeping, each stretched out peacefully in his own sunbeam, unaware of the horror that awaits.
OMG,
VOLUME CONTROL!!!
Sorry. But if you need to belch at your desk, belch quietly. When you're talking, don't start out by yelling, and/or switch to inaudible with five words left to go. What is your problem?
Okay, I feel a little cleansed now.
Who the fuck would think Calvin is a penitent Christian?
Let me say this about that: he is not.
I realize what it makes me afraid of is Christian Calvin fic.
Kathy, you've read the tomato nation Roomba essay, yes?
