I am listening to Night Vale on my commute again, and, damn, episode thirteen was amazing. Weirdly, I decided I could cross Supernatural over into it as soon as they mentioned
a late night diner and pie.
But, creepily, as soon as they mentioned
a black car pulled up you could fuse them right in.
I can't get that picture out of my head. I may draw both the
diner
visit and that canon scene.
One day. I was going to listen to the ep again anyway, because it was gripping and evocative. Extra, I mean.
Does "take your breath away" mean you stopped breathing during your reaction? Because I held my breath at the end of this lip synch duel on the Jimmy Fallon show with Stephen Merchant and JGL.
I had almost forgotten that I'd given a care package of decorated Band Aids to the kids next door--I drew a picture of Captain BooBoo sailing through the air on a card and gave them two of everything from Superman to Hello Kitty (except bacon and devil ducks, because a) little kids and b) mezzuzah on their door).
This morning there's an envelope stuck to my door and each of them had drawn and signed a picture for me! I have kids pictures on my fridge for the first time ever (one's of a Band Aid--I have no idea about the colour drawing)! It's so sweet.
I'm too used to being around you people. I made a Jane Eyre joke about the 300 sandwiches guy and no one laughed.
Y'all would have laughed, right?
There are so very few women naval architects and marine engineers that the second-to-last place my sister worked, they had to re-write the staff handbook to include women.
It is still, in some places, bad luck for a woman to touch any moving part on a boat.
My sister has badassed her way through an amazing level of misogyny, stupidity, and comments she should wear a skirt more often.
She's an expert in carbon fiber, wings, and foils. And today, her team won a pretty big race. I'm so unbelievably proud of her. And I just needed to say it somewhere that wouldn't get her in trouble at work.
Timelies all!
Tried a chocolate chai latte from Starbucks. Kinda underwhelmed. (Not enough chai)
I made a Jane Eyre joke about the 300 sandwiches guy and no one laughed.
Try the joke on us and see if we laugh.
Yay for Sox!sister! Both for the race and the.....other stuff.
Connie lays down the gauntlet:
Try the joke on us and see if we laugh.
The setup:
[link]
Someone replied with:
Career man must sort through 300 pairs of jeans to find ones that perfectly fit his girlfriend to earn her marriage proposal
To which I replied:
"Reader, I married him!"
Even I get that joke. Come on!
I am the onerous taskmaster today.