I'm sorry for whining, but I feel like I'm being nibbled to death by large, expensive, wet ducks.
'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
No, ginger, you are being swallowed whole by those Ducks. I'm so sorry
{{Ginger}}
You whine away, Ginger. I'd be ready to spit (rusty) nails by now.
It's a lot, Ginger, no doubt.
You know how they say it's better to burn out than it is to rust? Don't you believe it. It's the same process, just a matter of the speed and energy of reaction.
GAH! Talk about bad placement. Sorry, Ginger.
I'm sick of job search stuff. There is way too much stuff I have to write, and I'm just getting tired of writing.
Okay, this exact time yesterday morning I was lying in bed reading Bitches, and read about the Amp thing, and was repelled, and went to Twitter and posted a #Pepsifail tweet. And promptly did a search to see if anyone else was already twittering thus.
They were not. It was the first such tweet.
Today? PEPSI THEMSELVES ARE USING MY HASHTAG TO APOLOGISE TO ALL THE PEOPLE USING MY HASHTAG!
Because of what memfault posted in Bitches yesterday!
WE ARE AS GODS! t /Andrew
That's some kind of world we live in.
I for one welcome our new boobtastic overlords.