Y'all are sweet. Even if the fuzzy word was used.
So I have a friend who gets to feeling a wee bit stoned on the recommended advil dose. I've always found this bizarre, as I'm lucky when it works when I take what's probably the maximum.And dude, it's
advil.
Except....today? It's making me a little loopy. Strange.
I left a message to get the office addy, Jesse. Also, consider sending one to Dana Walden, I hear she's verra cool.
Huh. That's teh first time I've felt even marginally useful in weeks. Go figure.
HEY.
oops.
Pretend you didn't read that, okay?
I just sent the email, but thanks! Really, inviting people to this thing isn't my job (and they do apparently get a pretty heavy-hitting attendee group -- Shonda Rhimes was there last year), but I just thought it would be fun to send to a couple of the people I'd like to see there! Even though I'd probably not even see them if they are there...
Happy Birthday Burrell!
Happy Birthday Calli!
and now to look at zoo pictures
I am on hold with the post office. Theoretically. It's actually been about 13 minutes since anyone's talked to me.
I should hang up and call back, right?
Nope, Dana. I sometimes call on another line, to see if it seems that bad, but heaven forbid they're actually FIFO, and you lose 13 minutes.
You can do other stuff, right? The internet is your playground.
Happy Birthday, Calli!!
Happy Birthday, Burrell!!
Lovely pictures, Tom.
And now, from the files of A Day Late and a Dollar Short:
My DH is KG6PCM, but he uses it only for hang gliding
This goes back a bit, but... what is the connection between a HAM radio license and hang gliding?
Nukes freaked me out as a child
They didn't freak me out, because I thought mutually assured destruction was a logical deterrent (I did not think of it in those words). Then I grew up and realized that the world is chock full of whackaloons in high places (and low places, and medium ones), and it is no longer even remotely reassuring.
edited because The Day After is not exactly the same as The Morning After.
Heh.