Bâtards! Come on!

I tried to Franglais faire de Scuba in class today, but out teacher was not having it. Someone else said that sac de chips is perfectly legit in Quebec, but she made us use sac de croustille.

Since everyone was gone, I tried to sneak out 90 minutes early. But I got a block away and realized I forgot some shoes I needed to return. Then I got nabbed for a chat by another coworker. So I ended up leaving 45 minutes early, which is better than nothing.

Hiding indoors during the day and going out on the town when it cools off a little at night is a perfect cromulent way to enjoy NO, Lee.

RBG is awesome, and I love that she's doing a gay wedding! I would totally want her at mine.

I'm finally watching this weeks' SYTYCD, since this Tuesday I was catching up on LAST week's.

That is kind of my plan, -t.

It's finally cooled down a bit here, so now it is Hammock time!

I love Waze. When I was going to UCLA all summer, I'd let her tell me which way to go. I kept waiting for her to learn my preferred route, but she never did even though I'd disobey her (and make her beepy/cross).

When I read "Ginsburg" I'm afraid I thought you were talking about Allen (who spelled his last name with an e and is dead, so really does not make sense in that sentence).

When I first typed that I wrote Ginsberg and I laughed at the idea of a resurrected Allen, with the power to marry, doing gay weddings. It's a good image.

Oh ouch, ita! Baby yourself, please.

That shirt is awesome, as is RBG.

Concurring with awesome: RBG, Zombie Gay Beatnik Rabbi Ginsberg doing weddings.

Concurring with NOT awesome: ita's troublesome ligaments.

I'm coming kind of straight east from Summit on 78 if I were to go as the crow flies.

It's finally cooled down a bit here, so now it is Hammock time!

I'm totally reading this as "Stop. Hammock time."

And taking it as a command.

That's definitely how I heard it in my head, -t