Things that Aren't Fun: Having to explain to an old high school "friend" who found me on my oh-so-annoying MySpace page that no, I didn't "follow my hubby's job" out to California. Feh.
Buffy ,'Potential'
Natter Five-O: Book 'Em, Danno.
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.
But tonight I have the house to myself! Whoop! -twirl- wheelah!
oh-so-annoying MySpace
See! MySpace is Eeevil!
Myspace frightens and confuses me. Also, I've been trying to minimize my opportunities for real-life people to twig to my internet presence, ever since my grandmother called me and said a friend of her found-- well, I'm not sure *what* it was, since my grandmother is not a computer-saavy person, but it may have been my Livejournal. Which, eek.
I don't think my grandmother would comprehend my livejournal.
Well, neither does mine, thank the lord. I'll always treasure the time she called me up because she'd seen a recipe she liked on one of her cooking shows, and she wanted me to look it up on "you know, the-- the computer thing?"
"...the Internet, Grandma?"
"Yes, that."
She was *astonished* at how quickly I found it for her, too.
I NEED A WORD!!
The Nazi's did it when they rounded up the Jews. In the movie The Siege they did it when they gathered up all of the male Arabs and Muslims. The act of actually going and getting the people that are being rounded up.
Help!
Ethnic cleansing?
eta I know that's two words.
No...that one doesn't really fit.
Like...shepherding. But more sinister and bad.
ita, you and I are living in similar car-related universes. Different relationships, but like conversations.
God, The Siege freaks me out.
Um, I am going to bed now.