I had been retweeted by Neil Gaiman, I may have said, "Holy shit!" in my head, at the very least.
I would be saying that out loud, but I have no illusions that I don't need validation. VALIDATE ME EVERYBODY.
'War Stories'
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I had been retweeted by Neil Gaiman, I may have said, "Holy shit!" in my head, at the very least.
I would be saying that out loud, but I have no illusions that I don't need validation. VALIDATE ME EVERYBODY.
we are too busy poisoning you in your sleep.
Curse you Velcaaaaaaaade.
I linked to a National Geographic article about composite (Frankensteinian) bog mummies in Scotland.
P-C, I was in a Panera, so societal norms prevented me from doing anything more than hand-flapping.
Also, you don't have to pay for parking so long as you exit the structure within the next 15 minutes. Or did you not mean that kind of validation?
um,
link?
Oops, I didn't see that, Debet. WooT! I'd have at least squeaked, along with the hand-flapping. I have few internal governors. And I saw the bog Frankenstein thing. Brrr.
No worries, Beverly.
I know what video smonster linked, even without clicking.
Charlie-cat, what are you...why are you eating the maple tree helicopters? That's weird.
(My brother asked my parents if they would be a part of the wedding if he moved it to after graduation. No, no, they weren't making any promises, they weren't saying that, just move it.)
Me: Hey, when does Assassin's Creed III come out? After the wedding, I'll stay and play Assassin's Creed III all day.
Brother: I don't think it comes out before. I think it comes out after.
Me: You have to move the wedding! If you don't move the wedding until after Assassin's Creed III comes out, I will disown you.
Brother: That's as good a reason as any I've heard.