Liese, your best bet is to ask a couple of neighbors. They'll probably have a decent idea of what sort of trick or treat traffic you get in your area.
Natter 47: My Brilliance Is Wasted On You People
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.
I think we should all continue to convince Cindy that she won't like the show. Reverse psychology!
Watchers of BSG do not get lots of free cookies, cake and pie!
Watchers of BSG do not get lots of free cookies, cake and pie!
I don't have to give mine back, do I?
Nilly! You poor thing! I did a double take seeing your name. Nilly doesn't post during my nights! What's got you up way too..late? early?
If the floor starts moving or you see cats leaping printer to printer (my two primary sleep deprivation hallucinations,) go lie down, sweets.
Poor all-nighter Nilly!
Liese, your best bet is to ask a couple of neighbors.
Oh! I have neighbors! I can ask them things!
What's got you up way too..late? early?
Late.
A research grant report which is due on Sunday.
I've asked the information I need in order to write it back during September, but the people involved figured that, hey, October is far enough, so there's no need to answer me then, they'll just wait until the last minute and be the last to have their information integrated into the whole report. The only problem was, other than 2 people, they all apparently went with this way of thought, and now, well, I'll get to see if I can stay awake. I'm counting on sleeping on shabbat. And on whining as much as humanly possible.
Well, part of it is my fault - yesterday I went to listen to a Neil Gaiman Q&A at the Israeli science fiction convention and didn't do any work at all. But I don't think that even that is enough to rob me of my whining privilages.
I don't have to give mine back, do I?
You have to give yours to Cindy. But only if she doesn't watch BSG.
Nilly, did you say hi to Neil? I hear he was expecting you.
And lo it is the onset of another migraine. This one I will avert with endorphins. I hope.
You have to give yours to Cindy. But only if she doesn't watch BSG.
Curses!
On the drive homeI heard an advertisement for Nightshade Manor, Memphis' scariest haunted house. If the address (1 mile south of Union on Bellevue) is where I think it is, the place would merit that based on its location alone without the hosts having to place a single cobweb.
On the plus side, anyone that's done enough crack to want to park their car there will be familiar with the neighborhood.