Wash ,'War Stories'
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.
God I wish we had VPN or really anything that would make working from home on short notice possible.
I figure everything will be fine by tonight, especially because of all the people who didn't come to work.
Also, I just "volunteered" to help bring stuff back to our office after an event tonight. The event? Close to my house. Our office? NSM.
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It is kind of a rollercoaster. Bounce bounce bounce for paperdol. Spork spork spork for ita. Bounce, spork, bounce, spork
This is great: Minesweeper: the Movie (Video "preview")
Also, our email is half-broken, so it looks like I'm sending things, but nothing is actually coming in. People are going to LOVE me when the 8000 messages I've just sent go through.
Screw you, George Carlin. I HAVE BESTED YOU.
In your face, George Carlin!
My mom just got the copy I bought her and she is reading it now. Of course, she thinks it is already the GREATEST BOOK EVER WRITTEN because my name is in it. Moms= goofy.
Every time The Boy is at my apartment, he reads a little more of it. I keep telling him to take it home with him, but he says it "belongs with" me.
Pictures and video: 130 cats in one flat
Damn, that's a lot of cats. Also, 130 cats make a lot of noise.
Paperdol, that rules!
I think we as a society are way too obsessed with the possibility of addiction. I say treat the immediate pain now and worry about addiction later. I've read about doctors who worried about terminal cancer patients becoming addicted to pain killers. Why the hell would it matter if you died addicted to prescription pain killers? The only people who believe that there is an acceptable level of pain are people who've never been in real pain.
No shit. Mother used to rant about this a lot, after her years working as an RN. Then post-treatment, she wound up with chronic pain that meant she couldn't dress herself for the first several months of the year (she's better now), and it became very, very personal. Now she fumes.
(Not, you know, that she's any good at actually taking as much medicine as she should be. But she's been in the chronic pain shoes now and gets it at a gut level.)
What my neighborhood looks like now.
I was going to take D shopping after lunch, but it doesn't look like I'll be able to *get* to the only train around here that's still running!
Jeez. I'm glad all the New Yorkers are safe.
That's rough.