NEW YORK -- The city's transit workers, one month to the day after they stranded 7 million riders with a crippling three-day strike, voted Friday to reject their new three-year contract by a margin of just seven votes.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE. (My understanding is it's an out-of-control radical faction of the union.) Bob was telling me this morning that the union wants to lower the retirement age to 20.
Dear Transit Union,
Get Your Shit Together, NOW
Love, NYC
did the concussion occur that time you fainted
This. Still no word on why I fainted.
I am about to be fries and duck curry.
In future, please only faint languidly onto downy pillows. Thank you.
There really isn't enough languid in my life. Must redress.
Jonathan Rhys-Meyers has been cast as Henry VIII in a Showtime production called
The Tudors.
What a strange reaction!
We figured it must be that he thought you were talking to him, and he liked to be carried when you talked to him. If there was a person standing nearby, he didn't do it. Also? You were guaranteed to stay in one spot and lavish attention on him, what with the short cord and all.
He had some odd tics. We handraised him from a couple days old, so some were probably our fault. He was a very nice cat.
I am a listerine strip, if I were to believe other people's fortunes.
Mmm, shoes.... but I can't get over there today. Maybe this weekend. Though I'm still in post-holiday frugal till it hurts mode, so....
(I don't need to be. I think it is just the horror of the Big Numbers on my cc-statement. Even though they are/were totally budgetted for. They are just Big.)
God, I love good fries. Or maybe I love ketchup. Either way, it works out.
Plus--pineapple duck curry.
I'm tangerine orange zinger tea. Lots and lots of it--for some reason it's tasting extra good this afternoon.