Yeah, I can't do it. I can't even lift my clasped hands this high:

Maybe you have that disease where you're slowly ossifying.

We can always use you as a mannequin.

"Oil can! Oil can!"

That was a conservative costume compared to the woman who attended as Aeon Flux.

I felt all prudish thinking to myself that those sorts of costumes shouldn't be on the floor on Sunday afternoon what with the little kids and all.

There was a family (parents, a baby, and a toddler) all dressed like The Incredibles and it was adorkable.

I'm getting meaner by the day, BTW. I mean, seriously MEAN. I've somehow lost the ability to tolerate stupid.

I have absolutely fucking had it with people who have a new "emergency" that I have to deal with every fucking week.

That is all.

Maybe you have that disease where you're slowly ossifying.

I think in my case, the disease is good old-fashioned laziness. Even when I work out (as in: walk on treadmill) on a regular basis, I frequently neglect stretches. And the older I get, the less stretchy I get. (And I was never particularly stretchy to begin with.)

We can always use you as a mannequin.

Yay fun!

The skirt I am wearing today, which I always thought was brown, seems to actually be black. Or not. I can't tell.

Perhaps my problem is that I don't know what fandom that is.

Sometimes the fandom is "Excuse to be Half-Naked in Public."

The bandom wank cracks me up. That first poster -- she couldn't have figured out it wasn't a good idea? And now she's all pitiful that people are descending on her LJ and disagreeing with her.

You know this stretch: [link] ? Yeah, I can't do it.

I used to not be able to do that but now I can. Um...hmmm...mostly it was a matter of just doing it a lot I think. And other yoga poses that promote shoulder flexibility. I can check with my yoga instructor friend for some tips.

I have absolutely fucking had it with people who have a new "emergency" that I have to deal with every fucking week.

It means that you're good at your job, Jesse. And the reward for being good at your job is: more work!

The skirt I am wearing today, which I always thought was brown, seems to actually be black. Or not. I can't tell.

I am wearing a black and red skirt; sadly, it is accompanied by a black turtleneck that I thought was pure black but turns out to be black with entertaining whorled patterns of baby blurp on the shoulders, which I didn't notice until I went to the restroom ten minutes ago. Sigh.

The person with the emergencies doesn't even work here! Which is the problem -- it's a funder, so of course I have to keep jumping, even when what she's essentially saying is, "Can you do my job for me? THX."

And now she's all pitiful that people are descending on her LJ and disagreeing with her.

The internet is public! Pass it on!