Rastafar Rye
Man, that sounds awesome. I am a complete sucker for beers brewed with rye. It is my crazy obsession since I had my first Hop Rod Rye, all those years ago...
I don't really have a security blanket... unless you count Mr. Pointy.
Buffy ,'Lessons'
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Nora Deirdre - Apr 14, 2010 3:58:30 am PDT #22879 of 30001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Lee - Apr 14, 2010 4:27:15 am PDT #22880 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I woke up convinced it was Thursday.
It's not.
JZ - Apr 14, 2010 4:39:28 am PDT #22881 of 30001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
It's been that kind of a week. I was convinced all day yesterday that it was Wednesday (despite filling the day with all my regularly scheduled Tuesday tasks), right up until I was about to leave for the monthly staff meeting and realized it was the wrong day. My officemate woke up Monday convinced it was Friday.
I blame pollen. Not for any specific reason, just because we've got a lot of it around here, and pollen is always blameworthy.
juliana - Apr 14, 2010 4:43:34 am PDT #22882 of 30001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Hop Rod Rye
Mmmm, Hop Rod. They talked about putting that or the Dogfish Head 90-Minute IPA on tap at work, until I patiently explained that the bartenders would drink most of the kegs. Instead, we're getting a new offering from Stone Brewing Company (the people who do Arrogant Bastard). V. excited.
Cashmere - Apr 14, 2010 4:46:38 am PDT #22883 of 30001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Olivia was three and a half and Owen was a month after his fourth birthday before I considered our "training" done. I think they do it on their own time. Often, long after the parents are ready.
I hate it when Christopher's out of town. This is a hard week. I feel like I'm juggling a bunch of balls and dropping them all on my head.
Lee - Apr 14, 2010 4:47:29 am PDT #22884 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
It is that kind of a week. Of course, the fact that it's Wednesday means it's donut day, and I have to go pick up 10 dozen of them on the way to work.
Frankenbuddha - Apr 14, 2010 4:50:11 am PDT #22885 of 30001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
My officemate woke up Monday convinced it was Friday.
Oh THAT'S just got to suck.
flea - Apr 14, 2010 5:05:09 am PDT #22886 of 30001
information libertarian
I worked Sunday, and I usually work tonight but this week I switched and I'm working tomorrow night, so I ahve no idea what day it is. I am also triple-booked from 2-2:30pm today. Joy.
I am working on a car-buying spreadsheet. Buying a car is SO BORING.
Casper was potty-trained for pee right around 3, but she insisted on pooping in a diaper while hiding in the closet well past 3.5. Dillo needed to be out of diapers for school at 3 years one month, and for the first couple of weeks he had 2-3 accidents most days, and they dealt with it. He's 3 years 8 months now and still has pee accidents reasonably often, mostly little leak-ish ones. He kinda just doesn't care much. He's good for poop though, thank god.
Steph L. - Apr 14, 2010 5:08:08 am PDT #22887 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I blame pollen. Not for any specific reason, just because we've got a lot of it around here, and pollen is always blameworthy.
My allergies are KILLING me. If I want to breathe, I have to take enough antihistamines to fell a horse. This is making me a little comatose.
Die, pollen. Painfully.
A truly beautiful grammar rant: [link]
Ah yes, the Alot. Beautiful plumage.
sj - Apr 14, 2010 5:14:11 am PDT #22888 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Die, pollen. Painfully.
Wrod!