But I say don't go if you don't want to go. That way, you can be "that bitch who's too good for her reunion," which is probably better than feeling like a failure (which you're NOT).
I don't know. I'll have to think about this one. I'm not sure I want to spend an evening at the reunion that I could be spending with friends and family. My sister probably has plans for me.
there isn't (or at least doesn't seem to be) a simple way of clicking through instead.
Clicking on the thumbnails lets you click through. And when you are on a photo's page, you can click on either of the two thumbnails over on the right to go forward or back. Is that not what you mean?
I love flickr because all the others I'd tried were somehow less complex in potential but more annoying in practice. Uploading's a snap, though, as is categorisation and sharing. Love that. Sets, collections, indicating locations on maps, the whole deal. Love enough to pay, and that's high internet-love indeed.
I can't imagine being able to walk home from work in 45 minutes.
30 minutes for me, leisurely stroll. Which I may end up doing today, since I'm still feeling the effects of the meds. Already mailed in half-day notice. I should walk/bus, grab lunch to my desk, and get some work done.
Missing my 20th (is it 20th if it's the 1st?) high school reunion next week! I'm so pissed. Facebook got me back into contact with one friend who told me about it--I emailed the organiser my regrets and urged her to get everyone onto Facebook or put out a "Where are we now?" leaflet or something. I so very want to know.
Sue, love the apartment! I'm a big coloured-walls-chicken. I like them when I see them, but cannot visualise them in any of my spaces.
Kat, I'm very glad I don't want that coat. It's almost palpable, the relief at not coveting a piece of clothing. Now, if only they'd get my HD TiVo working right.
So is Medusa "a feminist icon who is sadly misunderstood"?
From the comments for Happy Slut-o-Ween! at Feministe
The world's most expensive cat
The Ashera, billed as the world's 'largest, rarest and most exotic' domestic cat, is the size of a small dog and sports eye-catching leopard-like spots and tiger stripes.
British businessman Simon Brodie is selling the designer kittens for £10,796 plus shipping costs – and already has a nine-month waiting list.
The Internet entrepreneur used a team of geneticists to develop the exotic cats at his US laboratory.
They are hybrids, cross bred from two wild cats – the African serval and the Asian leopard cat – with one type of domestic cat.
Something about this says "this is not a good idea." It's cute, though.
So is Medusa "a feminist icon who is sadly misunderstood"?
I don't know, but there's a column in Salon today about 16-year-old girls dressing as sluts. I made the mistake of reading it and some of the comments, and it was not good for my blood pressure.
Anyone attending the krav Halloween party would have been assaulted by the amount of flesh on parade. I was supposed to be "documenting" it for a friend who couldn't attend, but my trigger finger got tired so I just settle for pics of people whose name I at least knew.
I dressed sexy, and have no problem with it. The more savvy of the guests knew that this was a particular arrangement, but of my street clothes. It's not like I use the night to set myself free or anything.
Suddenly seeing descriptions of the holiday as an excuse for women to get away dressing slutty made me wonder--what's the difference between dressing slutty and dressing sexily? Taste? Degree?
I just did as much dressing as I'm going to do for the day itself--long black skirt, black and white peasant blouse, stripey tights and character shoes.
Martin Luther King Jr. Library - the main library for San Jose Public Library and San Jose State University has about 30,000 - 50,000 books (rough estimate) that have fallen to the floor because of last nights earthquake.
Yikes!!
I just overheard a coworker telling someone that she didn't know how far the person on the other end of the phone was from someplace else, doesn't matter where. Google Maps, people! It's seriously not that hard to find that out before you sound like a doofus!
There was a story in the paper yesterday about parents objecting to sexy/slutty costumes for their eight-year-olds.