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'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet
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've heard of the terrible videogame "Desert Bus" before, but I didn't know it is used to raise money for charity. Interesting article: Desert Bus: The Worst Video Game Ever Created : The New Yorker
I also found a link to this terrible game:
BBG Presents Low-Altitude Attack Zeppelin – Boing Boing Gadgets
Welcome to Low-Altitude Attack Zeppelin, the first in our series of exciting futile games. Click the game and press space to start. Use the arrow keys to move, and press space to fire the machine gun–of your Low-Altitude Attack Zeppelin!
"Futile" is the key word here. Nonetheless, I was amused.
Tumblr makes it hard to know what is personality and what is disorder.
Heh.
Shoes. [link] (It took way too long to figure out how to do that with only the phone) I need new shoes.
Many happy returns, Sox!
From yesterday, I think, i would only say "take heed". "Pay heed" doesn't sound wrong from other people, but it would feel wrong coming from me. And I can't think of another way of using heed.
From yesterday, I think, i would only say "take heed". "Pay heed" doesn't sound wrong from other people, but it would feel wrong coming from me. And I can't think of another way of using heed.
I believe you can heed things directly.
That's true. I could heed someone's words, certainly.
Someone just told me she had to find the tumblr for a project here, and would send it to me. I thought she meant the URL. She sent me a screencap. The URL? project-name.tumblr.com. She could have just told me!
Sounds like the time someone sent me a screenshot. Via fax.
So this morning as I was out walking Charlie about 6:45, this fella came running up to us, and then followed us home, and then made it clear he wasn't leaving. He was clearly a sweetheart and seemed healthy, if hungry, so I spent the next couple of hours alternating getting ready for work (and passing all the work that came in to others) with playing ball in the backyard until Animal control could come get him.
Much better use of my morning than the firedrill I missed by not being in the office.
Oh he's so cute! I really hope he was micro-chipped so that his people will get him back.