Gud's link makes me want to barf.

Avoid the purse section of target. They have those sparkly bags.

I see them everywhere. So tacky.

Hilary Swank and Chad Lowe have split up.

That's too bad.

Google Earth planespotting, old school.

Heh, that Lancaster bomber is heading right for my old office in Huntingdon...

Took me eighteen minutes to find this. I should just save it somewhere:

This bitch was all up in my face, like, "I'm a coluratura, listen to my melisma, la la la," and I was all like "No you ain't, you can't hit over a high D flat without squeaking. That's a bullshit tessitura, and your melisma sounds like freakin' Nelly Furtado on a bad day," and she was like, "You're goin' down, mezzo tramp!" and I was like "Bring it on, bitch!"

Thank you, Mrs Weiler.

I mean, you should try and finish as much as you can, but finishing a whole book in two days is not going to allow you to polish your prose much. It's better to turn in Most Of A Book that's well written.

She has eight of the essays, she wants the other four. And to talk to me.

I can't take any more time off from work. I'm here in between panicking about other deadlines and waiting for the info I need to make them.

So, yeah, I have til Wednesday to write the other four essays.

I'm fucking doomed. And scared. And hopeful. And someone just invited me to talk at WonderCon about Vampire People, but i don't really get what they want. I'm overwhelmed. I'm so overwhelmed.

Then you have to get off the web, Allyson. And don't think about Wondercon until Thursday.

At which point you can tell me if you'll be needing a security escort.

Entertaible. Want. So badly.

She has eight of the essays, she wants the other four. And to talk to me.

I can't take any more time off from work. I'm here in between panicking about other deadlines and waiting for the info I need to make them.

So, yeah, I have til Wednesday to write the other four essays.

I'm fucking doomed. And scared. And hopeful. And someone just invited me to talk at WonderCon about Vampire People, but i don't really get what they want. I'm overwhelmed. I'm so overwhelmed.

Chunk it down. Put the WonderCon thing aside 'til the essays are done. Work on the essays at work (or think about them, or jot down notes about them) instead of posting to us.

Do you know the topics for the other four?

You're not doomed. You might be scared, but use that as nervous energy, and keep feeling hopeful.

Now go write. If you can post at work, you can do something on your essays while you're at work.

Took me eighteen minutes to find this.

Or you could have asked me, and I would have provided. Unless you were having fun, and then carry on.

Or you could have asked me, and I would have provided

I was sure I had it somewhere, or knew where it was. And then became frustrated that this wasn't so. At least I know where it is for next time. It's about the only COMM I ever want to pull out when the context presents itself.

Gud's link makes me want to barf.

Yeah, I've seen this one before. It's cool.

What's kinda freaky is that it does not work at all on my bad eye, despite the fact that vision in that eye has improved enough where I can actually see the image.