Well fuck. My awesome boss at my new job is leaving the company. For completely understandable, family-based reasons, but I'm still not thrilled.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
Natter 70: Hookers and Blow
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.
I don't know who the guy on the Jamaican $100 is. I feel like a crap citizen for that.
Jilli--that bites. I hope it has minimal effect on you professionally, even if you miss him.
I know our team is going to band together and try to make sure there's minimal effect on all of us, professionally, but it still is crap news. In a perfect world, our fantastic editor steps up to become tech pubs manager, I take over as editor, and they bring in another writer. I don't think that's likely, but it's what I'd like to have happen.
Bah. I went to the soup company because the website said they had my favorite soup today. But they'd run out, so I got the lobster bisque, and it was nearly inedible. Bleah.
So, lunch is a package of cheese crackers with peanut butter, and a diet coke. Health food!
This is pretty cool.
The Of Another Fashion tumblr, is "An alternative archive of the not-quite-hidden but too often ignored fashion histories of U.S. women of color."
Cool, Hecubus! t grabs link for linkspam
Timelies all!
Just found out the Giant around the corner from us is closing Aug. 16. Bummer. It was sooo convenient for last minute items.
(Bar/Brothel of Innulus and Papilio); 3932: Weep, you girls. My penis has given you up. Now it penetrates men’s behinds. Goodbye, wondrous femininity!
(Bar of Athictus; right of the door); 8442: I screwed the barmaid
(just outside the Vesuvius gate); 6641: Defecator, may everything turn out okay so that you can leave this place
(in the basilica); 1820: Chie, I hope your hemorrhoids rub together so much that they hurt worse than when they every have before!
(in the basilica); 1824: Let everyone one in love come and see. I want to break Venus’ ribs with clubs and cripple the goddess’ loins. If she can strike through my soft chest, then why can’t I smash her head with a club?
Many more at the link.
Sally Ride passed away.
Damn.