I can't imagine my parent's coming here, even if the read the book. They would still be confused by the whole thing.
Natter 55: It's the 55th Natter
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.
Barry Bonds was indicted Thursday on perjury and obstruction of justice charges
Schadenfreude. And the kicker is, he should be grateful: they haven't got him on tax evasion charges (yet).
I wonder if he and Martha Stewart will create a support group?
My parent bought a copy and enjoyed it. Mom loved "The Internet Wants Your Daughters." Which reminds me, I need to remember to pack my copy.
Waiting for washers.
I just totally skipped 300 messages because my LJ homepage (which I still hate, yet do find useful because it lists things like birthdays) informed me about someone's birthday.
Happy Birthday, sumi!!!
Timelies all!
Happy Birthday sumi!
I can't see my parents here, since I've had to explain the idea of ISPs at least a few times over the last few years.(In other words, they don't totally get that AOL is not the Internet)
Hmm. There are now print header sheets printed before every job on the colour printer. I just spent many minutes watching 4 copies of a long and colourful PDF print out--a job that had been sitting half done until I showed up and refilled the paper tray so I could get my one sheet that really does need to be printed in colour to present all the information.
So they know who the bad guy is--but he's the highest ranked guy on the floor so I don't think his knuckles will be rapped unless he motes it be.
It's still weird, you know. I wrote a book. Weird.
I read the chapter about Nilly visiting America to Wallybee. She got a real kick out of it. She knew I got a lot of support here before, but I think that chapter made it real to her. (Plus, she thought it was hysterical comparing my post to the others.)
LAUNDRY DONE.
... it was just such a monumental ordeal of shuffling other people's laundry and waiting and up and down the stairs and...ok, so I don't have anything else.
And I had to tape the last 15 minutes of Ugly Betty to deal with it.
You know, they make self-propelled laundry baskets too: [link]
I'm pretty sure my dad has lurked here, but not really in real-time, so.