I don't know what the cats are doing upstairs, but there's been some dragging sounds, then thuds.

I am afraid.

I don't know what the cats are doing upstairs, but there's been some dragging sounds, then thuds.

Trying to boot up the robotic kitty of death?

I almost got sideswiped on the way home. Gah. My car is made of matter, people!

Bad men's fashion: [link]

I hope those models got paid as much as I think they did, because for that kind of humiliation, they deserve it.

Denim tube tops for men?

My boyfriend wouldn't wear that shit even when he's cross-dressing.

Hilarious.

My boyfriend wouldn't wear that shit even when he's cross-dressing.

Talk about failing a fashion litmus test. Although, from what you've told us and of course, the things he chooses for you, the Boy has very good taste.

I finally have a computer with a working keyboard!

I do not know how you pet owners do it, nor why.

It is totally worth it, in hugs alone. The cats are, anyway.

Yeah, this [link] is pretty compelling. As is [link]

Ahhhh. Am home. Have beer. This is good.

The entire last week has been such a festival of fuckery at work that I finally, this afternoon, pulled my beloved former boss aside and asked him sotto voce to keep an ear to the ground and let me know if anything turns up in my old department. Not to help me out loud, not to step in or talk to anyone or try to fix anything, just to quietly listen and let me know if he hears anything.

Please. Please. I just want to pull in a regular, decent sized paycheck at a quiet desk in an office with minimal hair-trigger tempers and psychotic office politics and live-action Fandom_wank (my hand to God, in the last month alone we've had flounceoffs, lurkers supporting people in email, two Clueless Homophobia Bingo squares, a gigantic Logic Fail complete with quiet, pitying tut-tutting over those pointy-headed intellectuals who think they can impress us Regular Folks with their facts and their fancy four divided by two making two -- who are they fooling?, and, this afternoon, a pot actually taking time from its busy schedule to call up a kettle and earnestly inquire why it seemed a little black lately).

So tired. So very, very tired.

Although, from what you've told us and of course, the things he chooses for you, the Boy has very good taste.

At the SF2F thrifting expedition Tep picked up a couple of items that she said were just the Boy's style, and they were very nice indeed. He's definitely got an eye for the good stuff.

Yeah, this [link] is pretty compelling. As is [link]

Exactly: [link]