Harvey~ma, and yay for probable only-UTI.
I have to work very hard to control my fondness for emoticons. It's better now that I'm in my thirties. I'd like to think it's my autistic spectrum condition making me assume no one will know which emotion I'm communicating. In reality it's probably just my sappiness.
There are (loud) kids lining up outside our house, waiting for some kind of heavy metal night at a nearby theatre. The theatre is about 200 metres away. That's quite a queue to be standing in.*
*Look at that. Two British spellings, a British term and the metric system, all in one paragraph. I'm a high-achieving type.
All good vibes for Harvey and his humans.
Barb, I did much the same thing for a clutch of Rilke quotes. And then I bought the "right" translations, since I'd had to do second-hand book search on a couple that were OOP.
Pics and review of this year's Edwardian Ball.
Seriously, Jilli, you can't keep missing this! It's not allowed!
Harvey~ma!!!
Barb, I did much the same thing for a clutch of Rilke quotes. And then I bought the "right" translations, since I'd had to do second-hand book search on a couple that were OOP.
OMG, Bev, just this morning I was thinking about asking the hivemind if anyone knew a good translation of Rielke. I keep hearing excerpts of poems and really liking them. Can you give me a link or two?
IOsemi-relatedN, I am officially 100% twitterpated with MFJ, he of the poetry slamming and the severe cat allergy having and the Chicago living. He can flirt like hell one second and reference Maslow's Hierarchy the next. And it's pretty mutual. I've set up a fare alert to Chicago.
Twitter.
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Pics and review of this year's Edwardian Ball.
I want to go to there.
I am wearing inside pants, a flannel shirt and my Alaska socks (thanks Drew!). Bring on the snow!
It's my bff's birthday today. I forgot it, aside from sending her an email, because neither of us really bother with birthdays anymore. But she's in Charlottesville, VA (in range of the Snowmageddon), and mentioned that she really wished she had a shovel, so I ordered her one for Saturday delivery. It probably won't make it, but I'm sure she'll still want it Monday.
Calli, that's a wonderful and timely gift. I've been thinking I should probably get one at some point.
I don't have one myself. Well, I have a shovel for the garden in the shed. I should probably get it out and use it if we get another snowfall, because earlier this week my 70-something landlord was out there shoveling away. He seems to be in pretty good shape, but I don't want him to have a heart attack.
But she's in Charlottesville, VA (in range of the Snowmageddon), and mentioned that she really wished she had a shovel, so I ordered her one for Saturday delivery.
I'm in C'ville. She could have my shovel. I don't use it anymore; I just call the big redheaded dude with the snow-moving machine. Ask her if she wants the name/number of a guy who does good work for cheap.
Contrast to MFJ: I'm talking with this dude about making plans for the weekend, and I listed the movies I haven't seen but want to - Sherlock Holmes, Up in the Air, Invictus or the Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus. He doesn't want to see any of them. Really? Not action or darkish comedy or based-on-real-events or fantasy?
...suddenly I'm not wanting to bother.
