I am ridiculously tired today. And I have two meetings in a row this morning. At least we still have summer Fridays!
'Safe'
Natter 46: The FIGHTIN' 46
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Hi all. About to drive to Miami to train people to do stuff. At least I know they will provide me lots of cuban coffee. Yum.
mmmm coffee. After years of of only occassionally having coffee, I am back on the caffeine wagon. And it's a wagon of tastiness. At least, until my tummy revolts.
Coffee would be so good right now, but I don't have time to make it, and I really shouldn't stop on the way out... but I might anyway. Not much sleepy for Jen last night. Boo.
Announcement: I have met the armadillo, and he doesn't look at all like Winston Churchill, nor like any other prime minister I can remember.
Analysis: ADORABLE!
Aw, baby!
I would enjoy additional coffee except it would keep me up tonight and I am already counting the minutes until bedtime.
Announcement: I have met the armadillo, and he doesn't look at all like Winston Churchill, nor like any other prime minister I can remember.
Analysis: ADORABLE!
Wheee!
When Ben was about 6 months old, if he was "reading" a magazine, or book, he looked like Winston Churchill, if Winston Churchill was a fat Gerber baby. And with his sunglasses on, he looked like King Farouk.
I'm in the lab and I'm BORED and I'm procrastinating on the internets. Give me links, entertainment, ANYTHING people!
Anybody want a Vox invite? I've got two!
Give me links, entertainment, ANYTHING people!
Um...
There are monsters among us, true killing machines. They can see in the dark and hear a range of frequency fully three times broader than ours and sounds ten times as faint. Some can run at 70 miles per hour across uneven ground and turn on a dime. They possess the strength, balance, and raw power any human athlete/gymnast would kill for. And, if they happen to lock in on you while you're unarmed, helplessly alone in the twilight wilderness, their preternatural eyes gleaming, their toothy maws yawning in ghoulish anticipation of easy prey, you might as well cut your throat; before they do it for you. So, what could be a better subject for one of the biggest meanest blogs around on Friday Cat Blogging, Daily Kos style, than some of the largest, meanest predators of all time?
First thing I could find....