FWIW, SUP has been running LiveJournal Russia very successfully. So the situation could be way worse (like for instance, being sold to Rupert Murdoch or someone like him).
Kaylee ,'Serenity'
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.
When are we going to build our own blogging software?
um. I've been helping someone do something like that. IJS.
some Russian social networking company
Meep.
My alarm clock overslept this morning so I was about 30 minutes late coming into work today, AND I forgot to take out the garbage on my way out. I suck.
FTR, I don't suck at Scrabble, but I do, apparently, suck at Scrabulous. Even with the dictionary lookup link right there at the bottom of the page...
And in case anyone hasn't had enough baby picspam from me, this morning's edition includes toe-sucking.
Oh holy gronk. Dog woke me up and started fussing to go out like crazy at 4 this morning. I let her out on the porch for a while but no go, and finally had to actually take her out at 4:30 or so. Now she's all curled up comfortably on the couch and I'm seriously dragging ass. I really wish this was a work from home day, but I have so much going on it's just not possible.
I had a few cups of coffee with my steak and eggs, so I'm pretty much awake now. Drove to work and topped off the tank of the rental car, but apparently I spilled a little gas on myself as now I smell like gasoline.
Oh well. That should go away pretty soon, right?
I'm eating some tiramisu flavored marscapone cheese this morning. My toast tastes like coffee AIFG!
Time and fresh air are the only things I've found to take care of gasoline smell, tommy. Of course you could spend the day huffing yourself, if you don't want to waste the spill.
brenda, that is unfair. You should wake the dog from a nap sometime soon for payback.
I'm dragging ass because Liv was having nightmares last night and woke up a few times. I need a good long night's sleep to make up some deficit.
I enjoy playing games I'm bad at enthusiastically. (Er... enthusiastically modifies "playing," not "enjoy," since that would be a bit redundant.) I used to have a regular Sunday afternoon date to go to a bar and play Very Bad Pool. We were quite often the only ones there, which was good, since it's often difficult to explain politely that no, I wouldn't enjoy it more if you taught me how, thank you.
Also, last night "We Are the 80's" informed me that "After refusing to sing the national anthem, Frank Sinatra called Sinead O'Connor something or other" (I'm paraphrasing, obviously). And I thought, well, he hardly has room to talk. Modifiers, people. You need to place them carefully!
Wait, wait, wait. Is that a metaphor?
buffista sprog (and pups) were obviously in touch by sonar last night. Iris was up from 2:30 to 4. Then of course, I couldn't get back to sleep.
I was waking up every hour or so for some reason. My kitty seemed to instantly detect I was awake, because she'd immediately come over to me to be petted.
Well, at least she wasn't waking me up.