The funny part is that he's so tiny that he stands up on his back legs all the time to see what's going on. It's like having a meerkat.
Did I link to the
meerpuppykat? Cause I see a merekat smackdown coming (okay, now I want a smiley but I am totally blaming my way oversleepinginness.)
It's at a production company that's making a series of videos explaining math concepts, and they need someone to go over the math with the producers and other people to make sure they're understanding it, and to look at treatments and scripts to make sure that they make sense.
Oh! A very Buffista internship. It sounds fun!
BUT I did have fabu dreams! I dreamt that I stumbled onto a 2 hour Buffy movie that had been made after the show ended! I kept thinking it would only be a 1/2 hour ep, and it kept going! It was awesome!
Sorry about the rest but good dream. I had one of those Good Dreams a couple of nights ago and it's been keeping me happy since.
I have a Coffee/coffee date in....a little over an hour. I suppose I'd better get dressed and stuff. I'm so uncertain about how this will go...
Report back on the correct capitalization, m'kay?
Bob was less chatty without Katie there egging him on. I can just imagine BW giving him the stern head shake every third time Bob started to babble.
Brian Williams is my secret newsperson boyfriend. No, I love him more than that. Since Brokaw has retired, he is my secret newsperson beloved. Sigh... It's not enough to make me watch Olympics, but it is real.
Am gronk. Must clean house. Must buy food. Must do lots of stuff and am instead writing notes to the darling neicelet.
You're on like the 5th floor, aren't you Trudy?
I just finished watching Injustice and now have people plummeting off of mountains. . . . no, wait - - they are moving on to something else.
I am, in fact, on the fifth floor.
I'm thinking of givingthe dog one awesome walk a day and using papers. I just don't know.
Cass, be sure to tell Brit nothing substantive, mkay?
Cass, be sure to tell Brit nothing substantive, mkay?
Seriously. I now want to tell her *everything.* Alternately I want to write my stepmom (no, not her parents cause I don't like them at all right now and the conversation would go badly) and ask for three good reasons why we are not supposed to tell her, or ask about, anything substanative.
Is the weather a spoiler? She's in Vermont and I don't want to upset her with the sunniness here or anything.
Yeah, ask D.
You said you'd never lie to her. Maaaaaaybe omit certain things, but if she asks? Fuck it.
Did you see the Ferrari in the opening ceremonies?
sunniness
WTF? The weather here is sunny, not Muslim. Sheesh.
You said you'd never lie to her. Maaaaaaybe omit certain things, but if she asks? Fuck it.
Oh, totally. But I haven't heard from her yet, so I am at the trying to omit without breaking that promise place currently. Which is harder than I would have thought.
There was a Ferrari? Damn. I should go google me some news pictures.
Shummi's F-1, doing donuts in the snow.
Now that I've been close to one? And know how wee they are?
thump thump
If you need a laugh and enjoy hearing about cats and people making fools of themselves, I've written up a little story about my day yesterday:
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Shummi's F-1, doing donuts in the snow.
Seriously? Damn, wish I had seen that.
