GA continues to break me.
The two hour nap yesterday led to sleeping from 11:30 to 5:30. I feel good though - stretched some, saluted the sun - and now, yummy malt-o-meal.
I'm a single undead gal trying to make it in the big city. I have to start somewhere and they're evil here. They don't judge. They've got necro-tempered glass. No burning up. A great medical plan, and who needs dental more than us?
Harmony ,'Conviction (1)'
Natter 42, the Universe, and Everything
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
msbelle - Jan 23, 2006 1:40:31 am PST #2049 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Tom Scola - Jan 23, 2006 1:42:19 am PST #2050 of 10002
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
You have sun, msbelle? It's all rainy and crappy where I am.
msbelle - Jan 23, 2006 1:46:11 am PST #2051 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
I salute an imaginary sun, it is on my livingroom wall.
Theodosia - Jan 23, 2006 2:01:14 am PST #2052 of 10002
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
There is about a half inch of S N O W on everything outside -- quite disturbing, as it was up in the 60s this weekend. I'd like the weather to decide on something and stick with it....
§ ita § - Jan 23, 2006 3:21:07 am PST #2053 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
But Cass, it's so much a chick thing, and it's painted as the worst thing ever. I'm not saying it's fun, or even something to shrug off, but she kills the guy in the end of the episode, and it feels like that's the only just end to the story. It's somewhat akin to the reformed prostitute who can't put out without heart just one more time to save the man she loves.
Why don't guys get those dilemmas? In real life, women can regard sex as business. TV and movies seems to have forgotten that a sympathetic woman can do any dissociation.
Bon, it was a bunch of black guys and an Asian chick. So we need to add to the Ratnerian files.
I just realised that my neuro appointment overlaps with my work status meeting. Why did I not check these things before I accepted the invitation? Pff.
Hil R. - Jan 23, 2006 4:00:58 am PST #2054 of 10002
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Gronklies. It's not quite 9, and I've already taught one class today. It went pretty well, I think. Kind of found some little bit of energy, and did a lot of "who wants to come up to the board and show how to do this problem?" stuff, which I've been told I should do more of anyway. So now collapsing. Soon, will find coffee. (Well, soon will buy coffee. Coffee is everywhere, so no finding needed. Starbucks in this building, coffee cart outside the building, Starbucks across the street, random over-priced coffee across the street in the other direction, Au Bon Pain down the block. Lots of coffee available.)
§ ita § - Jan 23, 2006 4:03:54 am PST #2055 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Whee! Finished up my status report and timesheet and got those mailed out. It's very strange being held to a 40 hour standard, and having to justify all the time that doesn't fall into a project. It's not like I'm either billable or responsible for drumming up my own work.
Ah, well.
amych - Jan 23, 2006 4:09:32 am PST #2056 of 10002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
ita, nobody should say "Whee!" at 6:00 am their time. I'm not sure I could manage it yet and it's 9 here.
msbelle - Jan 23, 2006 4:09:42 am PST #2057 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
I was at work early! It's a late January miracle!
Lee - Jan 23, 2006 4:09:54 am PST #2058 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
That is odd, ita. I have to "account" for all 35 of my hours, but I am allowed to group as much as I need into one entry for "being there in case people want me, and oh yeah, maybe did some non-billable library stuff".
Perkins the cat just woke me up, and then did something really cute, so I couldn't be mad at him. Does that seem right to you?