New job, new home.
Natter 54: Right here, dammit.
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.
"Friday Night Lights" gets Salon's "Buffy" award for the most underappreciated show of the year.
Sweet! *\\o/*!
Right now, though? No pain, and no anxiety attach hangover.
Double sweet!
lisah, "99 Luftballons" is actually super-easy to sing. It's a standard in my repertoire, but I sing it in the Goldfinger style. Very fun!
Last night we went to see the video DJ
That sounds awesome.
Shall I link to individual non-spoilery ones?
Yes, please!
"Oh ho ho et un boitelle de reum."
LOVE.
What have you done in the last year while Matilda went from born to one?
Bought and learned how to ride a motorcycle. Went to Joshua Tree. Hung out with friends. Drank a lot. Changed jobs. Acquired a guitar, with intent to learn.
IOW, continued with my mid-life crisis.
What have you done in the last year while Matilda went from born to one?
Um. New job. And that's pretty much it. Now I'm depressed.
Published a book.
Right. I totally embarked on my midlife crisis which involves a lot of clothes and some pole dancing. I became a much better krav instructor. I found a new best friend and kept several good friendships despite not being there for them as much as I'd wish.
Unrelatedly this seems a perfectly obvious use of excess.
Someone just catcalled in the hallway behind me and yelled "Shake it, Daddy!"
Ah, life.
That sounds awesome.
Oh, he is. Everytime we're up there, I think "I will bring juliana here when she visits!" The bar is called The Cavern and is all dark and divey with Beatles stuff everywhere.
Got engaged and another year older.
What have you done in the last year while Matilda went from born to one?
Uh, new job, which right now is giving me headaches. Why everyone seems to think I can figure out our administrative systems without anyone explaining them to me is beyond my ken. And I hate it, because not knowing something I'm clearly expected to know makes me feel stupid, and feeling stupid makes me feel humiliated, even when the problem is clearly with their expectations and not my brain.
Also, switched genres in my writing. Still Not Published.
Not my best year, really.
New house.
Someone just catcalled in the hallway behind me and yelled "Shake it, Daddy!"
anyone else confused about the use of "Daddy". While ita can kill you with an eyelash, she is definitely all girl (heh, typed ass girl at first)