I love those alert eyes.
In a move of staggering (yet probably predictable) idiocy I have forgotten my migraine abortives at home.
Zoe: We're getting him back. Jayne: What are we gonna do, clone him?
'War Stories'
Natter Area 51: The Truthiness Is in Here
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.
§ ita § - May 25, 2007 9:00:45 am PDT #9237 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
§ ita § - May 25, 2007 9:01:07 am PDT #9238 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
respond to a request from an old friend to join Facebook?
Do that!
shrift - May 25, 2007 9:02:15 am PDT #9239 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
But ita, then people will be able to find me.
Stephanie - May 25, 2007 9:03:37 am PDT #9240 of 10001
Trust my rage
They look so much more like big babies in those cribs (as opposed to tiny preemies). I know they are still small, but I can't get over how *baby!* they look now.
§ ita § - May 25, 2007 9:06:51 am PDT #9241 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
then people will be able to find me.
Sometimes that's good! I swear, I'm in an extended discussion with a guy I knew from Montreal with whom I swear I never got along, yet look at the difference a decade or so can make.
juliana - May 25, 2007 9:09:38 am PDT #9242 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Awwwww, twins! Yay!
juliana - May 25, 2007 9:12:45 am PDT #9243 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
ION, Best. Headline. Ever. (from New Scientist):
Tuna-Flavored Castanets
(it's about synesthesia)
shrift - May 25, 2007 9:25:53 am PDT #9244 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Hmm. I'll think about it, ita. Also, I finally have been told that we should be able to leave at 3.
Jesse - May 25, 2007 9:27:05 am PDT #9245 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I almost wish they hadn't told us ahead of time. Instead of getting any actual work done, I've spent the afternoon counting down the minutes and getting increasingly bored. At this point, I'm afraid I might actually die of boredom.
§ ita § - May 25, 2007 9:39:02 am PDT #9246 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I just had a talk with my boss. Which he, uh, called yesterday while I was home sick. In which he asks me how the new gig is going, and what I need from him in terms of support and/or clarification.
For some crazy (read: guilty over sick day) reason I asked him how I was doing so far. Not that the news was bad or anything--I just think he took the asking of the question to mean I was ready to be more go-to. Yikes.