Damn, sara, that's some organising. I would have just dumped everything into one set named DSC0048432 and called it a night for 2012.
Which reminds me--must take the SLR to the December wedding. I miss having pictures where I'm feeling in control.
My sister just sent me a link to a weird-ass movie. Blood and Bone with some random starrage--Michael Jai White, Kimbo Slice, Gina Carano (one can guess the plot without much difficulty at this point) but also Dante Basco, Julian Sands, Eamonn Walker, Nona Gaye, Francis Capra...and it's sitting in its entirety on YouTube, serving up such delights as the Savage Faggot ripping his opponent's arm out of the socket while guys play capoeira in the background.
I am not excited about work tomorrow morning. The last minute meeting with the CIO is still freaking me out. I've called and emailed everyone on the project and higher up my department org chart than me, and I have no more idea what's going on or how to prepare.
I may need to drown myself in Hart of Dixie.
The tour was interesting . It started as a wholly german speaking thing but then the six andersons came on and that got a busfull of UK and Aussies on board and Karl german but aussie by decades organizer) had the best english, so suddenly he had one bus of english. And I think he liked it! Tyler tackled-hugged him at the end (I missed it as I walked through Cairns-KENZ) and Karl apparently lifted him to the sky. All good.
Hart of Dixie wasn't enough. Applying liberally treatments of That Owens Doctor.
Question about HIPAA and parental rights that may not be an issue in this episode: if you're testing a family
for some sort of genetic compatibility requirement--organ donations, say, where lineage isn't the point of the test, but it will, importantly, reveal is everyone's saying they are related like they insist?
In that scenario, whose information is whose? If you discover that
my kid is not related to his "father", none of those are my tests, except II was probably there, not relating them. Maybe more my business than the presumed father, since he clearly thought he was putting is penis where required,
And, also, this show has a medication I've been told I've had, but if they're overdramatising by 200%, I have still never had that tmedication. Why lie? Some of the liars were trying to scare me with tales of horror, but when I ask when exactly I had this horrific treatment, they tell me I wouldn't remember because they administer it when you're not responding.
At which point you respond, rather a lot, and if it's so horrible that I never want to risk it, I really suspect I haven't already done it. Seems a really easy flaw in their angle.
Okay, seriously. Need to stock up on powdered oranges.
Also, and doctors, outside of a study, allowed to lie?
What are powdered oranges?
I need to stop going to bed at 7 because it means I'm up at 4.
I slept like the dead. Unfortunately, the dead was largely resting on my left leg. It's all twingey this morning.
I don't want to do anything today.
Happy birthday, Sparky!
I have already done Several Things at work today, and think that might be enough. (It's not enough.)
It's probably never enough.
Powdered orange is intriguing, but not if you don't have a soda stream.
Oh MAN, today is full of I don't wanna. I think I'll go to the grocery, then the gym, then coffee then pharmacy then the girl scout store.
