Buffistas, meet our new Prime Minister: [link]
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Sadly, my amazing (and Buffy loving) MP got swept out in the Red Tide.
Can't even shout, Can't even cry. The Gentlemen are coming by. Looking in windows, knocking on doors. They need to take seven, and they might take yours. Can't call to mom, can't say a word. You're gonna die screaming but you won't be heard.
Dream Girl ,'Bring On The Night'
Natter 74: Ready or Not
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Sue - Oct 20, 2015 2:50:54 am PDT #7368 of 30003
hip deep in pie
Amy - Oct 20, 2015 2:58:46 am PDT #7369 of 30003
Because books.
Buffistas, meet our new Prime Minister
Oh my.
Anne W. - Oct 20, 2015 3:01:06 am PDT #7370 of 30003
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Buffistas, meet our new Prime Minister
Wowza!
Tom Scola - Oct 20, 2015 3:01:22 am PDT #7371 of 30003
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
Yay, Canada!
I’ve been so depressed lately over the Donald Trump thing, so thanks, Canada, for showing me that people won’t necessarily vote for the racist fuckface.
Sue - Oct 20, 2015 3:05:22 am PDT #7372 of 30003
hip deep in pie
Frankly, I'm a bit ambivalent about him. We'll see how he does in power.
-t - Oct 20, 2015 3:13:23 am PDT #7373 of 30003
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
At least he's decorative.
Too bad about your MP.
Sophia Brooks - Oct 20, 2015 3:15:20 am PDT #7374 of 30003
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
That's SOME Prime Minister!
I was thinking about the fetal alcohol thing because there is some new link going around Facebook about how just one drink is not allowed etc,etc.
Ginger - Oct 20, 2015 3:17:53 am PDT #7375 of 30003
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Oh, look. Emigrating to Canada is back on the table.
The evidence for low-level alcohol use having much effect on the fetus is pretty shaky.
Colonial ciders and beers probably averaged 5% alcohol, and it was not uncommon to start the day with a quart of cider and a pound of bacon.
JZ - Oct 20, 2015 3:26:05 am PDT #7376 of 30003
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
The loss of a Buffy-loving governmental official is always cause for sadness (and makes me wonder if we'll ever see a Buffy-loving president, and then makes me wonder whether, between his age and being the spouse of a damn cool woman and the father of two incipient ones, we might not have one already -- why has no intrepid journalist asked the hard-hitting questions that really matter?).
Ugh so tired. And not looking forward to work. Yesterday afternoon a package arrived containing two medical group applications that must be completed by Friday, or DIRE CONSEQUENCES. By hand, because apparently these people don't do writable PDFs.
Each one is 37 pages long.
I hate these people so much and want to stabbinate them hard. It's going to take roughly the same amount of time to complete both no matter what I do -- laboriously write it all out, or, box by box, convert the whole thing to a writable PDF and then fill it out twice by computer.
I called their office yesterday to see if someone could email me the forms, couldn't get through to a live human, and called the number their voicemail claimed was their new members office and got the Radiology department (twice, so, not my mistake -- they're sending people to the wrong place, which no doubt sucks even more for the radiologists).
(Also, they pre-filled out the forms with the names of the two doctors I work for, and spelled one guy's name wrong. On every one of those 37 pages. HAAAAAAATE.)
JZ - Oct 20, 2015 3:29:05 am PDT #7377 of 30003
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
And, cereal because it in no way deserves to have to share space with my pathetic work rant:
Tons of health~ma and it's-nothing~ma to your DH, Sox, and calming, reassuring vibes to all of you.