That's sad about Stephen J. Cannell.
I wrenched my shoulder out of joint by trying to take off a cardigan after I was already sitting in my car.
Eek. Hope you're not in too much pain. Dislocations are evil.
Wishing you a better week next week, Raq, and healing~ma.
Job~ma, Shir. The market is indeed terrible. The Girl has given up looking for work for now, as she's going to be in Houston every other week for a while, but she wasn't getting anywhere with it before. Irritating stuff. Hope one of your ideal jobs comes up for you!
it's still above 32 Celsius here, people. In fucking October
10 degrees C here. I'm struggling to avoid putting the heating on, as it gets so expensive, but my hands hurt. I know we're always having the hot vs cold debate, but right now I'd really love 32 C!
10 degrees C here. I'm struggling to avoid putting the heating on, as it gets so expensive, but my hands hurt. I know we're always having the hot vs cold debate, but right now I'd really love 32 C!
Now it's at least 36 outside with a disgusting haze, and I don't even want to guess the humidity.
Still up for a switch? I'd love that 10 C!
It's 19 C here in Long Beach. Quite nice actually.
This week it's got up to around 20. We're having some great weather right now.
Ryan decided to celebrate by taking his first real tumble. he fell off the couch onto his head, poor noodle. He seems fine, not even much of a bump (though there's a little scrape). His parents, on the other hand, haven't yet quite recovered from heart failure.
It's turned chilly here overnight.
•Baa Baa Black Sheep
Black Sheep Squadron, or something different?
I'm struggling to avoid putting the heating on, as it gets so expensive, but my hands hurt.
Would something like these help, Seska? They're warm and have gripper palms so you (I) don't drop stuff. I love them.
We have no hot water this morning and I can't find the note my landlord left with is new number. TCG is going to run over to his place with a note.
I think Baa Baa Black Sheep was called Black Sheep Squadron in syndication.
Weird dream last night. A bunch of Ghouls had given up grave robbing, and rented an old mansion where they lived together, eating aged raw beef, and living the high life on centuries of accumlated treasures. An angry mob was about to attack the mansion, because a rumor had spread that they were gay Muslims. The ghouls reaction can be summarized as "takeout!" . I was trying to persuade them to let me try to talk the mob down, on grounds that while snacks were probably as good a use for the mob as anything, killing and eating them would force the ghouls to go back underground again, and give up clubs and fine wines, and movies and rock concerts and all the luxuries they were enjoying pretending to be regular people.
