Complete strangers! They are in one of the other bands playing at the festival this weekend. They seem variously OK, pretty good, and like we might be friends. (There are three of them.)
'Objects In Space'
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.
Cool beans!
I see my previous typo/autocorrect and am kind of charmed by the thought of ace murderers. Like, their really good at it? Or something about tennis?
Murderers who can't be distracted by femme fatales or James Bond-wannabes.
So. I'm going through a work reorg, my desk is moving (unrelated to the reorg, so I'll have to move it again), and I've been on the cusp of cancelling or delaying my work trip to Ireland, although it looks like I'm going. All on top of my already Very High level of work stress and the country being a dumpster fire.
I almost forgot to print my itinerary so I could fill out the customs card on the plane, so I'm concerned I'm going to flake out and totally forget something important at home, like my eyeglasses or my passport. Although now that I think about it, I'll be wearing my eyeglasses on the plane, so I'm pretty sure I won't forget those.
Glasses, passport, medication, work computer, badge. Other than that, Dublin has stores. And I bet it has shortbread. I'm dreaming of British shortbread.
Yay for nice complete strangers!
News blackout would have been a good plan, and yet.
I did go and see Peppermint with my sister and friend tonight. We were visualizing Graham, McConnell, Grassley, and a few dozen others as getting their asses kicked by Jennifer Gardner. It maybe served as some stress relief.
Other than that, Dublin has stores.
True. And I already unearthed the correct plug adapters from the pile o' plug adapters, so I'll probably be fine. I'm working from home tomorrow, so I'll just do laundry tonight and go to bed early.
Asexual murderers.
Killers whose weapon of choice is Nitro-9.
OK, how about an asexual WWI pilot who is also kickass reporter is embroiled in a murder and must investigate to clear his (I suppose her would be a stretch for WWI) name.
Don't pack at all, buy everything there, expense it all, shrift. It's a foolproof plan.
Disclaimer: I have been seized by a strong urge to read Nietzsche, my views are suspect. I may very well just want to hug a horse and cry.