I do think it has having an effect: [link]
Natter 76: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Foaminess
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.
I suspect a number have seen this, but it's still nice. Although it does make me want a cat nap ....
I want an old office cat to take naps on my desk.
I was wondering if you would be open to selling your photos.
Yay!
Today's political crapfest is doing wonders for my productivity. My desire to poke around twitter and news sites is nonexistent.
I'm just sensing a shift in how the discussion will be framed going forward.
I certainly hope so, and if that's what you were saying, great. I'm just afraid everyone will believe these allegations, like they believed Anita Hill, but this asshole will still be a lifetime Supreme Court member on Monday, and will start stripping rights away from women.
I like both Senator Booker and Senator Harris, but they both got on my nerves when they chose to use their time to "testify."
That could just be my mood.
I like both Senator Booker and Senator Harris, but they both got on my nerves when they chose to use their time to "testify."
Saving their fire for the next round.
I know, and they were saying things that need to be said.
About an hour ago, I walked the dog. When I came in, I didn't shut the inside door tight, because the knob's been giving us trouble.
A little while later I thought I heard the door move (I'm three rooms away), but I chalked it up to the wind.
A minute later, I heard someone in the house. I yelled at my poor dog, "Go get 'em! Go get 'em!" (And to her credit, she obliged.)
I picked up the cordless phone off my desk, because that was the closest thing handy I could use as a weapon, stood up, and started out of my office.
It was Scott. He got out early today. I burst into tears and got an immediate headache.
I'm thinking maybe it was my mood.
I am getting my news from my friends' comments on FB and that is stressful enough (and I am clicking over there too often, dammit)
Maybe I should eat lunch.
Yeah, just reading about it on Twitter is making my stomach hurt.