This isn't good stuff (it's pretty awful), but it makes me sniffly the way good stuff does, because it has some good peeps: [link]
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
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 sorted through most of the mail, unpacked about half of a suitcase, and made one scrapbook page. This was not quite my plan.
apparently the 'Louis' part of the name is to be pronounced: lou-eeee not lew-is.
As is the only way to say it.
Signed, Grandfather was a frenchman named Louis.
I now want to call the baby Jorge.
When he finally ascends the throne, you can call him Jefe.
I'm still sad nobody smuggled a Longbottom in there (Potter would surely have been too much to hope for, but wouldn't that have rocked?).
Thus endeth the extent of my caring about the royal baby, since I'm unlikely to ever get a shot at nibbling his toes.
Timelies all!
Nova is meowing incessantly at us. Probably wants dinner.
When he finally ascends the throne, you can call him Jefe.
I doubt I'll be alive then. I might see his father hit the throne, but no way his son.
Louis Louis...me gotta go now...
My mother pointed out that Michael is too Irish to be in there.
So, new program at my university: submit to a "health screening," or pay an extra $100 a month for health insurance. The screening seems to be cholesterol, glucose, weight, waist circumference, and filling out an online survey about health and wellness habits.
A hundred dollars a MONTH?! That's horrifying. There's some challenge thing going on at my office, but you just get free six weeks at the gym. (at the gym I'll never go to, because it's full of coworkers.)