So far I've got "wait to clean the bathroom until tomorrow"
shrift, this is a perfect birthday plan. if you add in a cupcake, it's the Best Plan Ever!
It was like being spoiled for an episode by reading the wildfeed.
HA! This statement is one that only a fannish type would even get. Cracks me up.
I'm feeling all accomplished today as I mailed out books. Which means I'll post another list post haste.
Betsy, I didn't mail one to you (but it's packaged) because I don't have your address. please to email me at msgullo at gmail dot com and I'll take it tomorrow.
Yeah, welll.... well.... pfft on you, you pot smoking, gay mountie loving CANADIAN you.
(Hugs my universal health care.)
You GODLESS vodka swilling AMERICAN!
the rightwing asses won't care, but *I* think it's cool Thomas J. had a Koran...I didn't know, but he was kind of interested in everything. He would have loved the internets.ETA: You know you're a Countdown fangirl when all the name Glenn Beck means is "Oh, he was Worst Person a quadrillion times,"
He was. And still not as much as Orally, uh, O'Reilly.
I'm feeling all accomplished today as I mailed out books. Which means I'll post another list post haste.
WOOT. I guess I need to add "find new place to store books" to my list for tonight, huh.
(Hugs my universal health care.)
You GODLESS vodka swilling AMERICAN!
(Hugs my freedom [fry] loving government)
Shows what you know, you polar bear loving frozen tundra head! As a right thinking AMERICAN I don't swill vodka, I sip it, with some nice Rose's mix, like all civilised people.
I'm suddenly curious where raising the right hand, fingers straight and palm open, comes from in the annals of avowing/affirming/promising. Surely it predates the boy scout 3-finger version, and is related to the idea of an open hand hiding no weapon, but -- Wikipedia gives me no insights.
I've only ever had to affirms tuff with a notary public, never in court, and even so, I raised my right hand while repeating the wording of the statement.
I am bereft -- I ordered what should have been my dream shoes off Zappos, and they just don't fit right. It's not that they're too big or too small, they're just.... wrong. Wah! This is what I get for trying to put my naturally pointy feet into round-toed shoes. Also what I get for ordering shoes off the internets.
I'm suddenly curious where raising the right hand, fingers straight and palm open, comes from in the annals of avowing/affirming/promising.
It's a bastardization of the Vulcan salute.
What, you didn't know Vulcans built Stonehenge?
I bring my book and somebody says "Nuh uh...this has gone far enough...call it your bible all you want, I'm not recognizing A Year On The Killing Streets as holy text."
Aww. My supervisors gave me the Not For Tourists Guide to Chicago for my birthday. Now I can find the closest Trader Joe's!
