Well, sure, Victoria blah blah blah lovecakes whatever. But, for the good of both nations, how could either one of them have failed to take the nobler course?
We had a whole long long speech about the Civil War-era US, dragging the toddler metaphor out to the land of ludicrosity: a tiny child who wanted to be BIG and do it himself, indulgent Mother England lovingly permitting him to do so in 1776 (merely out of the goodness of her motherly heart), and now it's late afternoon and the US has missed his naptime and broken his favorite toys and his knees are scraped and bleeding and he's a hot sweaty runny-nosed mess, and it's time for him to admit that he's not such a big boy after all and to lay his head once more upon England's maternal bosom and cry himself to sleep.
I'd actually love to go back and redo it; with the current maladministration in place, I'm certain we could take the metaphor and draw some real blood with it.
We should do a Bourne and absinthe night (not that absinthe is particularly Bourneian, but since Matt Damon spends most of his time in the movies running or driving or skulking through grand and slightly decaying European settings, it's not that much of a stretch).
I find this plan both brilliant and beautiful.
So, I'll send you booze, if you promise to go by the Dark Horse booth tomorrow and get me Gerard Way. Does that work for you?
Get me JDM while you're at it, will you? He's bound to show up there, what with CK, JA, JP, et al hanging out.
Get me JDM while you're at it, will you? He's bound to show up there, what with CK, JA, JP, et al hanging out.
::sobs::
Also, not pregnant. No sir.
I find this plan both brilliant and beautiful.
I wanna run away from home.
I was just called by a recruiter asking if I were interested in a Senior Medical Writer position in the East Bay. I told him I was very happy in my current position and also referred him to a friend of a friend who
was
looking for such a job.
This time two years ago, I was sending out résumés and calling dozens of recruiters/companies myself. Now, they call
me.
It's pretty cool.
Job-ma to those who need it!
t makes note to grab pretties for buffistas
Yep, P-C, you've come a long way. It's really nice to see you happy with your job, too.
In obvious news, sure is hot outside right now in Pasadena.
Send frosty beverage, STAT.
Someone at work is being all flirty all of a sudden. It's kind of freaking me out.
It's really nice to see you happy with your job, too.
I really am. My boss is awesome. We're a pretty small group right now; it's just him, me, and another woman who is sort of a different sensibility than we are. During today's meeting, he would be saying "fucking" that and "Fuck that" this, and I was all "What the fuck?" those. She wanted to start a swear jar.
Wish I was at ComicCon.
Catching up:
Happy belated birthday, vw!
Cashmere, your new hair looks wonderful!
Congrats, Stephanie!
Lots of ~ma for Tom and Nora and Tom's mom!
And, also, not IT. Nuh uh.
