Go Susan!
MY THESIS PASSED!!!!! I'm graduating with honors!!!!!! W00t!
Double woot VW! We already knew that, of course, but always nice to see it in writing. Now go forth and show off the degree!
Aims (or what ever your name is this week), much love to you & your sis. I will say, it does seem like you have a positive attitude, and that helps a TON
Today I got an update about the news I wrote in code. Very interesting development. It frustrates me to no end that I can't TELL ANYONE! Grrrrrr. My cheeks and tongue are really starting to hurt!
KT, I'm burning a couple DVD's for you as I write this. If I don't forget, I'll bring them up this week, as it seems we'll be seeing each other.
Oh, Aims! What a damn nightmare!
This is just horrible for you. And more horrible for your sister. But what about your boss? Won't anybody think of your poor boss?
brilliant realization of the evening. If one is burning a DVD in the computer, one can *not* insert a Stargate SG-1 in same slot to watch. Thankfully I realized just prior to attempted entry, so no damage was done. But ya, a brilliant moment on my part.
...er, I have just polished off a small tray of peanutbutter-chocolate fudge.
I mean, at least it was unsweetened chocolate, but still. WTF?
I mean, at least it was unsweetened chocolate, but still. WTF?
Ya! WTF! You didn't even offer to share! Pffft! And I thought we were friends. WHATEVER!
Look, Omnis, dude, I
tried
shoving a piece into the MacBook, but I couldn't find the right slot. Ahem.
...man, I need to stop obsessing about Matt/Mohinder and get out of the house. (But...so much pretty!)
but I couldn't find the right slot. Ahem.
Like I've never heard that before.
I'm leaning toward getting a cast vertebra, because I can't stop thinking about, with a real human vertebra, I'd always wonder about the person it came from. And not the whimsied kind of wondering, or even plain old bemused wondering -- I mean more like will-I-be-haunted-by-the-person-this-BONE-came-from kind of wondering.
I'm finding this conversation kind of amusing because there's a table behind my desk with plastic bags full of baby skeletons, and earlier I ended up sneezing dead person dust for ten minutes because someone's pelvis decided to disintegrate.
Sitting in a corner with osteologists is fun.
ETA less crappy spelling.
Oh, Aims, so much love and many prayers to you and your sister.
I got a very sweet e-mail from my grandma overnight. In part of it she said, "I am about as excited as you are." It's so fun! Now I want to see the comments!
Yes, it's always something with me :).
Congratulations, vw!
w/r/t organ/body donations, I'll take a moment to pimp a favorite article ("Stripped for Parts") by my friend Jennifer who writes for Wired and other magazines. It is not a scream against organ donation, despite the negative sounding title (which she did not choose).
The television in the dead man's room stays on all night. Right now the program is Shipmates, a reality-dating drama that's barely audible over the hiss of the ventilator. It's 4 am, and I've been here for six hours, sitting in the corner while three nurses fuss intermittently over a set of intravenous drips. They're worried about the dead man's health. >[link]
