Man, it's hot. Not my favorite weather. And weirdly still too. I need my breeze.
Simon: Captain... why did you come back for us? Mal: You're on my crew. Simon: Yeah, but you don't even like me. Why'd you come back? Mal: You're on my crew. Why we still talking about this?
'Safe'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
sumi - Jun 04, 2011 7:44:22 am PDT #11313 of 30001
Art Crawl!!!
Consuela - Jun 04, 2011 7:53:22 am PDT #11314 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
I woke up early but it's raining so I didn't run. Instead I had an egg in a raft and now I'm cleaning house madly while listening to HP & the Deathly Hallows.
Now I have a huge pile of paperwork to file or trash. Do people shred their utility bills, or can I just recycle them? I don't have a shredder, so I would have to take it to my sister's house to do.
Calli - Jun 04, 2011 7:58:13 am PDT #11315 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I shred, but I have a shredder in my office, so it's fairly convenient. They often have a fair bit of info on them, and I'd be a bit worried about identity theft if I put them in the recycling. Especially as we have open bins that sit out by the road overnight for the recycling truck that comes at gawd awful am.
Jesse - Jun 04, 2011 8:04:32 am PDT #11316 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I shred all my bills, with a crap-ass $15 shredder.
Liese S. - Jun 04, 2011 8:08:15 am PDT #11317 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
I shred everything.
Man. We got in town yesterday, I crashed out about 10 and woke up at 11 the next morning. So that means I've been up for about two hours, during which time I showered, hung out on the internets, and ate macaroni and cheese my mother-in-law made me. And yet? So tired. I would like to go back to sleep nao thankyew. This afternoon I've got to shoot video for our non-attending VBS, and tomorrow the SO preaches, scary. And we have minimal time together with the family, let alone all the extended friends. But seriously, all I want to do is sleep.
Strix - Jun 04, 2011 8:09:39 am PDT #11318 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
It's Dana's birthday!
Happy Birthday, Dana!!
Jesse - Jun 04, 2011 8:10:51 am PDT #11319 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Sometimes you need the rest, Liese.
I realize my current desire to nap is from the bloody mary I had at brunch, so I'm kind of just waiting it out. It is LOVELY here, so I need to get out of the house, at least to do errands.
Jesse - Jun 04, 2011 8:11:04 am PDT #11320 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Oh yeah! Happy birthday, Dana!!
Theodosia - Jun 04, 2011 8:35:31 am PDT #11321 of 30001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
I went to a couple yard sales, one of which advertised a patio umbrella for sale, but it was too small for my purpose. However, I found a lovely old-fashioned eggbeater, the kind with a crank! Getting out the electric and finding the paddles is such a bother. This can nicely be to hand when I want to mix something. For $3, such a bargain!
JZ - Jun 04, 2011 8:41:48 am PDT #11322 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.
Happy birthday, Dana!
I have to onerous-task myself today -- I semi-promised my mom I'd do a semi-regular Suela-esque linkspammy/blogrolly entry on her blog of Random Stuff I've Stumbled On And Loved This Week, and I really need to force myself back into the habit of writing something for God's sake on a vaguely regular basis, so I've tasked myself with doing it today.
Specifically, today before 3:00, because my old parish (the formerly leftie Yippie sign-waving protest-marching getting-arrested-for-rabblerousing one that went down the Opus Dei sewer last year) is in the middle of a meltdown that stinks of Orders From Above, and the surviving parishioners are holding an emergency meeting this afternoon and begging ex-members to come be part of it.
I don't actively hate the current bishop and pastor, because I try not to actively hate anyone if I can avoid it, but there's no way I can stop myself wishing them ill. In abundance.