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.
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.
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!
It's been two years since Popgate broke. All those breatlessly horrified people and, from anything I can find on Google, no one has bothered to follow up and see if Pop has felt like revealing Pop's gender yet -- Pop is nearly 4 1/2 now.
I wonder how long you can go with that before the requirements of public restrooms force the issue. Once you get to school locker rooms, it would have to be declared one way or another, I would think.
Well, those kids are being homeschooled.