Gah. I hate waiting for emails. Especially the sort you can't actually nag for. Gives me refreshitis.
'Jaynestown'
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.
Whee! I got an email that answered a question, so now I LEAVE!
Babypants are overrated. Li'l Sphere was nearly 6 months old before he first wore pants. Nearly 8 months old before he wore shoes, too. Incidentally, "shoes" appears to be his first word, one that he uses liberally but correctly.
Lillian spent most of her first half-year in a onesie and a diaper.
Then the weather changed, and pants and shoes became our friends.
I swear, she was saying "car" yesterday, with great excitement, but I've got no idea where she'd have picked it up or why it thrilled her, as she tends to regard going for rides in the C-A-R with about as much joy as the cats look forward to the B-A-T-H.
Hmm. Speaking of, it's almost time for that annual B-A-T-H.
Tiggers Like Bacon.
Holy mother of god bacon is good.
Whoa. That Wolverine photo made me stop breathing for a second.
The posters are making me want to see X3, just for the pretty. I saw X1 and swore I'd never see another. It was mainly Halle Berry's fault. Will I need to have seen X2 to make sense (*snicker*) of X3?
I scored a 65% as a survivor. Though that's for my gut responses given while clearheaded and sitting at my desk. I suspect the Daffy Duck-style freakout reaction I'd probably have in the midst of an actual Zombie Apocalypse would be less condusive to survival...
Man. Someone tell me something nice.
Someone tell me something nice.
You are an awesome writer.
On the general tip, my friend who works in a microbrewery just shut down the line so they could rescue a hummingbird that got trapped in the building. He's a sweet guy. The bird made it.
Our really good friends just had their daughter, Mia, at 8:56 this morning. Daddy caught her and gave her to mommy. They are all doing well.
Then the weather changed, and pants and shoes became our friends.
That's more or less what happened here, too.
Man. Someone tell me something nice.
I'm going to make tacos for dinner!