The person(s) responsible for the propagation of the misuse of the word "literal."
Oh, yes.
'Selfless'
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The person(s) responsible for the propagation of the misuse of the word "literal."
Oh, yes.
I have somehow become involved in a discussion on Facebook (on David Brin's page) about the dangers of a space elevator, with "engineers" who somehow do not understand the physics of fluid displacement or orbital mechanics. The stupid, it burns.
The thought that keeps running through my head is "Three scientists, and Howard. Three scientists, and Howard. Three scientists, and Howard."
You realize there are Buffistas counting their pennies right now. The thing is, they want to make sure they can watch you drinking wine in the tub, because...they're Buffistas.
Oh, yeah, it was total dreamy ooh-la-la I wish! kinda musing, Cindy. Like Buffista Island.
Hitting "get mail" over and over will not make the email I am awaiting appear any faster.
Hitting "get mail" over and over will not make the email I am awaiting appear any faster.
Hitting "get mail" over and over will not make the email I am awaiting appear any faster.
I AM NOT CONVINCING MYSELF, HERE. Help meeeeee.
(Yes, I'm waiting for email about the possible job interview.)
::twitch twitch::
I think we're all guilty of that. I know I have few pennies to throw around right now, but I like talking about all the things I would do, if I could do them. Heck, I even price airline tickets every now and then and sigh a lot. But it makes me happy, in an odd way, to know that even if I can't afford it, I would be welcome with open arms at any time to actually do it.
::offers Jilli chocolate tea and dark chocolate skulls::
Jilli! Go look at kittens!
Extra special hell for the Citizens United judges.
So we did get pulled off the site (duh) and went to another site, and Someone up the chain threw a completely irrational hissy fit. Whatevs, yo.
Ugg. Bad day. Shit flying. Too much to do. And body not behaving. Doesn't help that the rain/cold has finally arrived that they have been talking about for a week now, and I am dressed for not rain/cold, and being the wuss that I am... well.. not helping. Uggg. Stress. Hate it. Blargh.
(no hairpats needed... just venting)