I am preparing to call the moving company about the claim of ours they denied, but even psyching myself up for it is getting me angry.

I'm feeling cranky and up for a mini-squall! If you find you do not have the spoons, Dana - I'll call.

I have the spoons, I'm pretty sure. It's more a question of worrying that my arguments will end up coming out like a high-pitched squeal of "What is wrong with you people! Give me the money for my goddamn vacuum cleaner that your driver lost THIS IS WHY WE BOUGHT THE INSURANCE!"

Don't say Mr. Belvedere porn if Plei is around- we might end up with it!

I'm so proud of my reputation. Though, sadly, I've been resting on my laurels for years now. Only seem to manage to write for Yuletide, often wind up with... gen.

(Not last year. Or the year before that. And I think the year before that and the year before that were threesomes. Tasteful ones, though. Comedy ones.)

Just remember, we had Zombie!Washington (blessedly offscreen for most of it) in a real show this week. The porn can't be far off.

It's more a question of worrying that my arguments will end up coming out like a high-pitched squeal of "What is wrong with you people! Give me the money for my goddamn vacuum cleaner that your driver lost THIS IS WHY WE BOUGHT THE INSURANCE!"

Eh, that seems fine. Although try to squeal at the first person you talk to, and then get transferred to a higher-up, because then you've got it out of your system.

I'm working on a threesome! Uh, in the way that I'm writing it, not arranging one.

I remember solemnly swearing not to write Mr. Belvedere porn, but not the context that caused me to do so. Let's be real, though. In order for me to write it, I'd have to rewatch the show, and the fact that it's not streaming on Netflix is enough of a barrier to entry to stop that impulse in its tracks. My vengeance is too lazy.

I tell everyone about TVtropes, especially on DailyKos because they seem to really think their bickering and factionalism is the worst internet can offer--they should know

Holy gawd, I think my fear of the icy road and bitter temps will be overcome by the need to go into the office tomorrow. Just to go into the office. I had such a hard time staying on task this afternoon. Only thing that saved me was meetings. I do not have the discipline for extended working from home.

I need to start bundling up to go to the pool. I really don't want to be outside in this, but unavoidable.

In interesting news, 4 houses down from me now has a sewer line blockage. Luckily, she also has an exterior cleanout. Asked her to mention to the CIty guys that there was one further up the street that was clearly on the City side last month. I have my suspicions. And hopes. Dear,unuttered, pleasepleaseplease hopes.

Did you know that there's a MUSICAL based on "50 Shades of Grey"?

Review.

Quote: "... it becomes a story about how, in love and nipple clamps, there really is no accounting for taste."