Dude. Hate them skater dudes. They mar up everything. Chip the concrete. If it was hanging with Silent Bob, that would be cool!
Mal ,'The Train Job'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I had a little bit of "get up 'n' go," because it's non-chemo week, but Michael's stole it.
I feel like I had some get up and go today (at least compared to yesterday's "go to bed at 5pm" feelings), but it keeps being sucked away. I managed to walk down to the coffee shop...only to find they were only taking cash today and I had none. And I went to the gym to meet my trainer...and he'd forgotten our session. I'm kinda saying "ah fuckit" to work right now.
Did anyone see this [link] Sound familiar?
I also saw something the other day about how TVTropes removed fanfic recommendations from its site in order to comply with Google AdSense or something.
"Huh," is mostly what I thought.
(TVTropes fic recommendations strikes me as a massive clusterfuck. It's an interesting resource, but the curation is for shit)
He's a bigger douchebag than ours! Hardly seems possible, and yet? Marc has four kidneys. ION, the "writing" on Facebook hurts my brain. The lack of structure...the phonetic spelling...I've already got brain damage, people, have a heart.
Did anyone see this [link] Sound familiar?I was just starting to lurk when the "sock puppet" incident hit here. It delayed my posting a bit. I was very confused. NoiseDesign & Pix kept urging me to hang with it, that it was worth it. They were right.
For your amusement objectivist-C [link]
In Objectivist-C, an object — every object — is an end in itself, not a means to the ends of others. It must live for its own sake, neither sacrificing itself to others nor sacrificing others to itself.
Who has 2 thumbs and is very likely going to get a root canal (#2) tomorrow? I swear I practice good dental hygiene, but needing a root canal makes me feel like I belong in the Big Book of British Smiles.
The tooth that had a cracked filling in February has been intermittently sensitive to pressure since then, but no actual pain, per se. And no sensitivity to temperatures. So it hasn't concerned me enough to call the dentist.
Today -- still no tooth pain, but a TON of pain above the gumline, and my cheek is a little swollen. I am no dummy, and the word "abscess" is hanging above my (swollen) head. So I called the dentist this afternoon, and they want to see me at 7:40 tomorrow morning (well, now it's *this*morning). I'm assuming root canal. Which I don't want, but I also don't want a horrible infection in my head. So.