It's been a while since I've said this, but I fucking hate Tucker Carlson: [link]
Natter 53: We could just avoid making tortured puns
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.
Hee! Emmett is a cutie.
Hee! So is Neil Gaiman.
I declare today the Day of Getting Shit Done. For lo, it is ten o'clock, and although I am up and not actually dressed, I have completed two big tasks that have been sitting on my desk for ages and upsetting me, but were, of course, obscenely easy to do once I did them. I also did a minor task, so that counts, too.
Now off to do tv yoga, shower, dress, clean house, and back to Getting As Much Shit Done As Possible before a) going out to visit the land and b) rehearsal.
"I suspect that world peace and harmony would come about in weeks if people just got to put pandas on their laps every few months."
Has he met Michael Vick?
There's nothing like the pervasive stench of burnt popcorn wafting over your cubicle walls and settling around your head like defanged mustard gas.
Sorry, dude. I have a Twix.
Why is it that every time I try to make progress working on our web pages, it takes about half an hour for me to reach a state of existential despair? I think it's time for candy.
Also, I think I have developed allergies. Another one to chalk up to stoopid NC.
We're no lawyers ourselves, but didn't Tucker just confess to an actual crime on air?
Yes, yes he did. Premeditated even.
How much you want to bet if he hit on me in a bar and I tossed my drink at him I'd be a humorless bitch.
Utter jackass.
How do I heal my plantar fascitis? Owie.
The article that juliana linked probably says this (and in greater detail), but basically: stretchy stretchy stretchy.
Sorry, dude. I have a Twix.
Burnt popcorn just sits there and REEKS FOREVER, like how you can still taste Cool Ranch Doritos in your mouth for days after you've consumed them.
It needs to be tomorrow so I can experience the hilarity of showing up to Dragon*Con in my fancy office clothes.
I just tried to sign up for some critical website, and was told my registration couldn't be completed until our organizational contact OKs it. Problem is, our "organizational contact" is my predecessor, so she's not getting that email.
Argh.