You took a gay character and imprinted on the actor!

There must be a term for people who make a few arguments, then back out (go silent) before the thing is resolved.

I call it "not having to take off my clothes to prove I'm not a fish," but some might call it wussiness. You take your pick.

Also, it's not like I didn't expect it, but AAH! Fuck! I'm unemployed!

... not that it changes anything at all. Just that now that I'm finally done cleaning out my office and stuff (and missing Stargate for it), it's kind of hit me. Although actually I'm planning to send a couple emails over the weekend to clarify some things that nobody else knows how to do.

My supervisor called me from home today to ask how to move his toolbar because it got stuck on the side of the screen again instead of the bottom. This has never happened to me, yet I've had to come in and fix it (and show him how to fix it) at least four times in the years I worked there. What are they going to do without me?

I have never seen MP! I heard he was gay!

You took a gay character and imprinted on the actor!

It's true. He does seem a little fey, but I know that doesn't mean anything. Or it doesn't mean everything.

I am having the best night of television ever: Homicide and multiple Daily Shows.

I had heard the piscine rumours, Emily. So you're saying they're not true?

Jesse, was it you that told Sue he was gay? And Sue, never watched MP? It doesn't seem possible.

Gus, sometimes when one's right, there's no point keeping yelling.

Jesse, was it you that told Sue he was gay? And Sue, never watched MP? It doesn't seem possible.

It was not me!!

I need to eat something, but now I don't feel like dealing with it. Bah.

I had heard the piscine rumours, Emily. So you're saying they're not true?

They're not true, but I'm only going so far to prove it. I think it's a Kundera quote.

Should I renew my iPod warranty?

so my duvet cover? that my two cats sleep on every night. washing and drying it does not get all the cathair of it. That sucks. Now to go over it all with a roller.

so my duvet cover? that my two cats sleep on every night. washing and drying it does not get all the cathair of it.

I have learned (the hard way, repeatedly) not to put black pants down on my bed.

My accomplishment for the night: I finally put back up the shelves that fell down over a year ago. Now I can clear off my desk. But I am beat, and may actually go to bed soon. The deask clearing can wait until tomorrw

that my two cats sleep on every night. washing and drying it does not get all the cathair of it. That sucks. Now to go over it all with a roller.

Answer: silk, even the raw stuff. Cathair comes off it well. Every couple of months. Otherwise, the monster washer and driers at a laundromat.

Know what is weird? Calling your dad when he is 6 miles away. I mean, sure I did that (it was 6 and 10 miles) for 17 years, but strange when he's in a hotel room. He's just back from a working dinner and rather loopy and has a meeting at 7:30, so the hotel is the best place. Neither of those first two are weird, but having him in the same city and not here is. I wanna bring him instant coffee and tortillas or something.