Expensive Batarang money clip x-post!

That could be a band name.

Erin, I just had a major worlds-colliding moment: The first commenter on your most recent Facebook post ALSO just commented on my mother's most recent Facebook post! (She's someone my mom knows from the days when we were both on an email discussion list for fans of Dar Williams, back in the day.)

Suzi?! Too funny! I was in London with her in 93 on our MO-Exchange Program, and have kept in touch all these years! She's very cool; lives in Portland.

Also, in that vein, two of my girlfriends who have known each other for YEARS just found out they are actually related through marriage via a relative posting on one's FB page. They were all "That's my cousin!" "NO! He's married to MY cousin!"

It's nice here today; I am going to do some weeding and composting work in a bit, before the rain rolls in around 4, and work on some writing stuff.

The Rapture could still happen.

Marie Exley, who helped put up apocalypse-themed billboards in Israel, Jordan and Lebanon, said the money helped the nonprofit save as many souls as possible.

She said she and her husband, mother and brother were glued to the television on Friday night waiting for news of an earthquake in the southern hemisphere. When that did not happen, she said fellow believers began reaching out to reassure each other of their faith in the prophecy.

"Some people were saying it was going to be an earthquake at that specific time in New Zealand and be a rolling judgment, but God is keeping us in our place and saying you may know the day but you don't know the hour," she said Saturday, speaking from Bozeman, Montana. "The day is not over, it's just the morning, and we have to endure until the end."

I wonder if tomorrow, she'll be saying, "God is keeping us in our place and saying you may know the month but you don't know the day."

And then next month....

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Worrying about the Rapture is on my list of shit to be concerned about.

It's right under item 20,306: Worrying about corkboards becoming animate and eating me.

That seems to be a thing now- there was that couple in Sweden who were doing the same thing.

Pop!

I remember reading a story about a kid named X when was 12 or so. It WOULD be fun to do...

It's right under item 20,306: Worrying about corkboards becoming animate and eating me.

It's cavalier attitudes like this that lead directly to people's -- nay, CIVILIZATIONS' -- downfalls.

I was talking to a customer the other day, and as we were waiting for something to process, he mentioned his previous job, managing a TV ratings company.

"So if you had a favorite show that went under between 1999 and 2008, it's probably my fault."
"So Firefly is your fault."
"That was sci-fi, cable wasn't my job."
"It was on Fox."
"Oh. OK, it was my fault."
"I'll be sure to tell my friends. I have your name and address after all."
"Please don't."

I suspect he's been blamed for Firefly before.

Hee! The article mentions my book:

It began as a offhand remark. “Hey, what if we just didn’t tell?” And then Stocker found a book in his school library called X: A Fabulous Child’s Story by Lois Gould. The book, published in 1978, is about raising not a boy or a girl, but X. There’s a happy ending here. Little X — who loved to play football and weave baskets — faces the taunting head on, proving that X is the most well-adjusted child ever examined by “an impartial team of Xperts.”

I vaguely recall reading that X book in school. It must have been second or third grade, I think. I remember a lot of the kids analyzing the story for clues to determine whether X was really a boy or a girl, which probably wasn't what the teacher intended when she assigned it.

It's right under item 20,306: Worrying about corkboards becoming animate and eating me.

I'm a right bitch, I am. MWAHAHAHAHA!