I'm so tired that I think I might be a zombie. I hope that I don't start craving brains later.
'War Stories'
Natter 56: ...we need the writers.
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.
I still have the ick, and came to work anyway. That was incredibly stupid of me (although at least today's ick is less coughing and more sounding like an undercaffeinated frog.)
I hope that I don't start craving brains later.
That would be offal.
I will be content if no Buffistas make the national news.
In related subjects, I dreamed this morning that Tom Scola martyred himself for the cause of Ukrainian independence, in a particularly nasty area of street-fighting. I think I was actually listening to a Beeb report about Kosovo's declaring independence, and the fact that Russia doesn't like it, but... somehow that turned into sitting around a hotel conference room in a slavic country reading news reports and watching TV waiting for a glimpse of people we knew.
Scola, please don't martyr yourself! We prefer you alive. Ukraine doesn't need any more independence anyway.
Scola, please don't martyr yourself!
OK, I'll try not to, I guess.
That would be offal.
I lack the mental acuity to appreciate puns. I think this means that I should start snacking on your brains first.
The mobile baby!!
And he can go forward! (D couldn't at first. Kept ending up stuck under the couch with only the top of his head sticking out.)
He's a charmer, Jess.
Oh, Jess, the videos kill me. And he's all, "Why is Daddy WAY UP THERE, damn it?"
Baby gates are probably a go, yeah. Cutiehead.