I had a dream last night that a bunch of us were at an in-person event that our community had become part of. b.org was still here, but used less and less and this larger community worked in much the same way. Anyway I made some mention of Buffistas and it became this WHOLE BIG thing - members of the other community accused us of hiding a secret place from them. Y'all were all mad at me for mentioning it - and then somewhere in the middle of this live-action Bureaublahblah thread of arguments and whatnot - a kid stands up (cause there are small children at this gathering, unclear why) and his eyes go completely black and he looks right into someone else's eyes and they die. Like instantly die and the kid's eyes flip back to normal and he takes off running.
WELCOME TO MY SUBCONSCIOUS.
I would really like to call in sick tomorrow, but I have three meetings before noon.
I can't with today. So instead I'll wonder how 2 orders shipped today (plus a donation) but aren't showing up on my cc transactions. Hrm.
(I'm being super paranoid about my accounts because I'm a probable equifax victim.)
OMG aurelia, how awful.
As for the Equifax thing, Jessamyn West (Super!Librarian!) is suing Equifax in small claims court. Which I rather love.
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(Does anyone else just HATE the way you cannot copy a link from Google anymore? You have to click on it and follow it and THEN copy the URL because otherwise it's full of Google crud. Argh.)
File this under thoughts I shouldn't say in public: I wish we could take whatever force is keeping Pat Robertson alive and put it in Tom Petty.
And I saw Lin Manuel Miranda is getting death threats in FB comments for his criticism of Trump
And yet, if he were to offer them tickets to Hamilton, they would take it.
So, it's official. Tom Petty died at 8:40pm tonight.
Stop the world. I want to get off.
