Wesley: Feng Shui. Gunn: Right. What's that mean again? Wesley: That people will believe anything. Actually, in this place, Feng Shui will probably have enormous significance. I'll align my furniture the wrong way and suddenly catch fire or turn into a pudding.

'Conviction (1)'


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.


Jesse - Apr 26, 2011 6:02:03 am PDT #5318 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Yikes, lisah! Ouch.


Calli - Apr 26, 2011 6:05:49 am PDT #5319 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

Thank you, all. My review went better than expected, so I release the ~ma back into the wild. And tonight, I sleep!


Liese S. - Apr 26, 2011 6:06:52 am PDT #5320 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Yowch, lisah! At least you know what you'd do if there were someone standing near your bed?

My wakeup dream this morning was that I'd left the door to the swag wag open, and a bunch of bugs had gotten in it. So I went to knock them off, by which time it was my van instead, in my childhood driveway in Ohio, which should have been a clue, but no. So I was knocking them off the seat, ladybugs and flies and those weird little green bugs, and couldn't get them all to leave. Now my subconscious decided it wasn't enough bugs, so as my gaze went further down the seat, it was grasshoppers and spiders and all bigger bugs and finally my brain was all, wait, this is ridiculous. And I woke up.


§ ita § - Apr 26, 2011 6:13:23 am PDT #5321 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I dreamt again there was a black barber near my house. I keep having this dream. I don't even need a haircut. I think.

Oh. my. god. My head hurts a huge amount. I am officially on the hunt for a new migraine specialist. I've been trying to make an appointment with this guy for a couple months now. Onto specialist #5? I don't want to.


lisah - Apr 26, 2011 6:21:03 am PDT #5322 of 30001
Punishingly Intricate

At least you know what you'd do if there were someone standing near your bed?

I'd fall right on them! If they were hovering over my bed I'd punch them (like I did the ceiling fan a couple of years ago).


Fred Pete - Apr 26, 2011 6:24:07 am PDT #5323 of 30001
Ann, that's a ferret.

Yay, Calli!


Liese S. - Apr 26, 2011 6:24:45 am PDT #5324 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

I'm pretty sure my default state at that point is cower, so you're already up on me!


§ ita § - Apr 26, 2011 6:26:28 am PDT #5325 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I finally read that Kiki Kannibal article. In her situation, getting off the web might be admitting defeat, but seriously. Get off the web and work on face to face interactions for a while. Or don't work on them. Just get off the web.

Ah, work email? Please to update. I can't work without you.


Amy - Apr 26, 2011 6:35:58 am PDT #5326 of 30001
Because books.

I'm just now reading Krakauer's article on Greg Mortensen. I'm only a few pages in and already furious.


Strix - Apr 26, 2011 6:40:09 am PDT #5327 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Morning, all. This break thing is awesome.

The weather here continues to be...springy, by which I mean chilly and grey. Ah, well. I need to stay inside and work on stuff, anyway. I can go out a little later to the grocery store.

Finishing my coffee, I actually wrote 2 blog posts last night, and am gearing up for resume tweaking when my brain hits fully caffeinated capacity. I bought a lemon cupcake candle yesterday, so I think I'll listen to music and chair dance and work resumes until the smell reminds me I must go to grocery store, buy food.

Nice!

I hate real-dreams. Ugh. I usually love my dreams, but I have some bad ones journaled from years ago that are instantly and terrifyingly vivid when I re-read the entries.

ita needs a new brain, pass it on...