I think I would rather walk Hadrian's Wall from the North Sea to the Irish Sea first.
I've always wanted to do that. It's Rosemary Sutcliff's fault. Also, Kipling's:
Thirty feet high is the Wall, and on the Picts' side, the North, is a ditch, strewn with blades of old swords and spear-heads set in wood, and tyres of wheels joined by chains. The Little People come there to steal iron for their arrow-heads.
But the Wall itself is not more wonderful than the town behind it. Long ago there were great ramparts and ditches on the South side, and no one was allowed to build there. Now the ramparts are partly pulled down and built over, from end to end of the Wall; making a thin town eighty miles long. Think of it! One roaring, rioting, cock-fighting, wolf-baiting, horse-racing town, from Ituna on the West to Segedunum on the cold eastern beach! On one wide heather, woods and ruins where Picts hide, and on the other, a vast town - long like a snake, and wicked like a snake. Yes, a snake basking beside a warm wall!
One thing I definitely like about getting older is that I'm a lot more confident and secure than I was when I was younger.
Not Giving a Damn is the huge upside of aging that people don't tell you about.
If only I could go back in time and jump a certain guy's bones. So what if he had a girlfriend!
You and me both, Sue.
I don't have a lot of regrets, other than one or two places I still want to travel and a few times I know I acted badly, but one of our previous discussions about regrets here made me realize that one of the things I do still want to do is have a dog, which is one of the primary reasons I bought a house.
Geez, you guys are expensive.
NO COMEUPPANCE!
Absobloodylutely.
Karaoke.
Shut up and answer my email.
My manager is having a freakout, and while I get it, I wish she would leave me alone so I could just be sick and not feel bad. Instead, I'm doing developers' work because...I don't fucking know. They're not doing it themselves. And I don't mean development, I mean things like "Well, why don't you call [so and so] and ask him about the code he wrote? I told you I DON'T DO THAT."
Jesus. That's not even the pain talking. I'm not a .NET programmer. I can't suddenly pretend to be one. So I'm making myself look stupid to support by asking kindergarten questions because no fucking DEVELOPER can work out how to put the ticket in themselves.
Well, nap now. Fuck this shit.
I've always wanted to do that. It's Rosemary Sutcliff's fault. Also, Kipling's
And Dorothy Dunnett's, for me. But mostly Sutcliff.
Connie,
you might even be able to get a paralegal to do the will for way under $1K.
Vegas! Hawaii! Australia!
Since I don't really enjoy gambling, I'm a little meh on Vegas, but I'm totally down for Hawaii and Australia!
(Did I tell you that I found a local place to buy Koloa Rum Company booze? Woo!)
The rumors are that Zimmerman is going to be charged with 2nd degree murder.
