I can't wait until I've been at this job long enough to start slacking and making my Doctor's appts in the middle of the work day.

t gazes in awe at the Canadian and her "National Health Care"... I've never been able to go to the doctor before I've worked somewhere two or three months.

In a post-industrial, office-job world, I think it's nuts to have to get up before the sun, no matter what time that is. Which my family mocked me about over Thanksgiving, when I was bitching about the shift in daylight savings time, but I don't care. It's not right!

Crazy Not New Yorkers and their provincial ways! I bet they even eat dinner before ten o'clock at night!

At that point you may as well start shooting with gold bullets, it'll be cheaper and considering gold's extraordinary ductile properties, the chances of it retaining any identifiable marks after impact is rather low. That is if the fragments aren't 'lost' by someone who has more greed than integrity.

Not to mention all the werewolves and zombies! No, wait, that's silver bullets.

maybe you could bombard the victim's house with a human cannon, enlarged to fire cows....

Ok, laughing and choking here

Oh, if your goal is to confuse CSI types, rather than just get away with murder?

Dude, that's simple. Just leave experimental dummies with various fatal traumas on their gelatin encased forms throughout the city. The CSI will be so put out by someone taking away all of their fun of recreating crime scenes. By the time the actual murders occur, based on previously displayed dummies, that they will be in such a depression that the investigating detectives will have to actually interview suspects on their own, follow leads and so on, rather than just eat jelly donuts at their desks while the CSI types do all the work as usual. They will be completely out of practice!

t Moves slowly away from CaBil.

t Maintains eye contact.

t Smiles in unthreatening manner.

You guys realize that I found you when I was 21 and now I'm almost 30, right?

Nonsense. The whole thing has been about four years, five tops. The whole "Buffy ended longer ago than that" is just, you know, wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff.

I am not on facebook either. It is a stance.

I'm turning 29 in a month. I'm just preparing you all for my existential angst.

Jeez, that's almost as boggling as Holli and Lizard being grownups.

You're supposed to be shockingly young! Pretty soon your rockstar lust will mark you as a lech.

SHUT UP.

I'M SORRY.

You're supposed to be shockingly young!

SHUT UP. YOU'LL MAKE ME EVEN MORE EMO THAN I WAS WHEN I WOKE UP. I can't help that I age! God!

Pretty soon your rockstar lust will mark you as a lech.

Yeah, I think we're too late. I'm a total lech. Almost as bad as ita, really.

gazes in awe at the Canadian and her "National Health Care"... I've never been able to go to the doctor before I've worked somewhere two or three months.

Technically, since I am still working for the gubberment, my new job was considered a transfer, not a new hire, so all my benefits, seniority, vacation, etc. just stayed the same. But even then, for the public sector anyway, there's no probationary period for things like benefits. They kick in whenever you start paying for them. I don't know if private sector jobs are the same way.

Sara should be on facebook! I t heart it. Easy to stay caught up on it and pleasant enough interface.

In a post-industrial, office-job world, I think it's nuts to have to get up before the sun, no matter what time that is. Which my family mocked me about over Thanksgiving, when I was bitching about the shift in daylight savings time, but I don't care. It's not right!

bahahahah. WIMP. Even in June, I' up before the sun for work. But when your workday routinely starts at 7:30 or earlier, that's how it goes. Though I do question the intelligence of having kids, whose circadians are all screwed up, at school at 7:30. School should be from 10-5 instead. I'd be so much more efficient.

Liese, I LOVE the build pictures. I can't wait to come visit you.

Jessica, much ~ma to your grandfather.

Yeah, I think we're too late. I'm a total lech. Almost as bad as ita, really.

I think I've started learning to kill so people will be afraid to call me a "cougar".

I'd be so much more efficient.

No kidding. I shouldn't complain, since this school starts at a very reasonable-for-schools 8:30, but... I still do. I hate mornings. And I'm just a better teacher when I'm well-rested. Heck, I'm a better person!

Okay, I've gone to a ridiculous amount of work to transform a "Birthday Boy!" ribbon into a "Best Trebuchet" ribbon, and it still looks like crap. Dammit.

My grad school crush just friended me on Facebook and I got all wibbly like a ridiculous goofball.