Odd dream last night. Fighting zombies. My boss was yelling at me "You are supposed to be in public relations. Your job is preventing panic". And I was yelling back "I find people tend to panic less when NOT BEING DEVOURED BY HORDES OF HE LIVING DEAD". Then it faded into a party where I was arguing with zombie Richard Nixon, and turned fairly ordinary (by dream standards).
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
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.
I am currently regretting not buying the Next Stop, Wonderland soundtrack at the library yeseterday -- it's a lot of samba and bossa nova, and now I'm listening to Sergio Mendes on NPR, and wishing I had anything brasilian to listen to...
I've got a ton of Brazilian music. Would you like some songs in your inbox?
Gar, you've heard Jon Coulton's song "re: Your Brains", right?
It's not on my profile page, Perkins, but it should be in the newsfeed. He posted it on one of my friend's walls, but it seems all my friends can see it. I left it because it's stinkin' cute and totally appropriate.
I think FB is messing with me. I went back to yesterday morning in the news feed too, and it's not showing up.
Gar, you've heard Jon Coulton's song "re: Your Brains", right?
Yeah. I think the zombies may have been playing that on their ipods as they attacked.
Perkins, I sent it to you, check your FB inbox. :-D
Awwwww.
Thanks.
That was super adorable, and I hope Owen will remember us when he takes over the world.
FB is definitely messing with me though.
"I find people tend to panic less when NOT BEING DEVOURED BY HORDES OF HE LIVING DEAD"
Typo, may I use that as a tagline?
Uncle g came by, because he is a saint. He is eating the cost of tix for him and mac to see blue man group.
It is disgusting out and crowded too, as today was the queens pride parade and it runs in my hood.