My brain, dumped on a counter, let me show you it
Poor doomed Phobos. It should go hang out with Pluto.
I wish I could play the theremin.
I need a haircut, but having (absolutely and ablatively, hee) learned from last time, will not succumb to the urge to chop off my bangs myself.
I also need a new spine, but that might be harder to come by legally. It's getting warmer -- joints are supposed to be less painful, not more damnit.
I'm all signed up for Con.txt despite initially forgetting both the name and email address I used last time. Heh.
It's fight with electronics week, didn't you hear? Yesterday it was the karaoke machine, today it was the printer -- inkplosion!
I received a call at work from a woman who had seen the plywood-and-sculpey library I had built for my previous branch. She wanted to buy it. I refrained from laughing at the idea of someone wanting to buy it and let me know that I had donated it and that's it wasn't mine to sell. I thought she must be kidding at first. If she'd seen how many times I'd hot-glued my fingers together putting the creature together, she think twice about treating it with any sort of professional attention. It was kinda cool though, to think that she was taken enough by it to ask.
I'm up to Dead Man Walking in Torchwood. Without spoiling anybody who might be slower than me: Jesus H Christ on a stick! I was not expecting that...
I hafta finish up here and meander over to rehearsal now...
I wish I could play the theremin.
I need a haircut, but having (absolutely and ablatively, hee) learned from last time, will not succumb to the urge to chop off my bangs myself.
I also need a new spine, but that might be harder to come by legally. It's getting warmer -- joints are supposed to be less painful, not more damnit.
I'm all signed up for Con.txt despite initially forgetting both the name and email address I used last time. Heh.
It's fight with electronics week, didn't you hear? Yesterday it was the karaoke machine, today it was the printer -- inkplosion!
I received a call at work from a woman who had seen the plywood-and-sculpey library I had built for my previous branch. She wanted to buy it. I refrained from laughing at the idea of someone wanting to buy it and let me know that I had donated it and that's it wasn't mine to sell. I thought she must be kidding at first. If she'd seen how many times I'd hot-glued my fingers together putting the creature together, she think twice about treating it with any sort of professional attention. It was kinda cool though, to think that she was taken enough by it to ask.
I'm up to Dead Man Walking in Torchwood. Without spoiling anybody who might be slower than me: Jesus H Christ on a stick! I was not expecting that...
I hafta finish up here and meander over to rehearsal now...