things
1. If you really want a pig farmer to respect you, explain to him that your sister is on a medical diet and is going to fry that back fat and eat that shit up.
His eyes went huge.
Also got Real Eggs, swiss chard and baby turnips. Urban hippies of the neighborhood, thank you for your tiny, urban hippie farmers market. ♥
2. Got on the bus this afternoon and the driver gave me a weird look, so I blinked at him and turned around -- to see Amy sitting on the bus already. WHUPS DUDE NO YOU'RE NOT HALLUCINATING.
3. Tomorrow it's supposed to go down to a survivable-by-humans 72F. It was in the mideighties today. Keep in mind I work in the bottom floor and am surrounded by people who, hand on my heart, have asked me for a sweater when it is 80F in the building and the staff is crawling around praying for death or Popsicles.
4. I was so happy to realize that a fic wasn't making T'Pring a crazy bitch -- I mean, so she was dead so Jim and Spock could meet and fall in love, that was ... not okay but whatever .... but Spock had loved her! and married her.
SIX CHAPTERS IN, GUESS WHO TURNS OUT TO BE HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH SYBOK AND WANTED A DIVORCE SO SHE COULD MARRY HIM AND NOT A HALFBREED INSTEAD.
I mean! Of course T'Pring is kind of an asshole, but in her defense, would you want to marry Spock? He's been gone for more than a decade, probably never called, never wrote, and now he's starring in all these terrible rumors about him and the captain of his ship. I'd be pretty pissed off too, I can't lie.
*headdesk*
5. In the course of trolling Project Gutenburg, I found an address written at the funeral of some pastor's wife in 1834. I downloaded it for the lolz, and it was pretty typical until the end when the author's notes reveal 'it was on the morning of the 10th instant, between the hours of five and six o'clock, that she eluded the long continued vigilance of her family, and secured time enough to execute a deed, which of all others she most abhorred when of sane mind-a deed, which she believed to be right, because dethroned reason left her a prey to the imagination that the honor of God, and the interests of Zion demanded it.'
Apparently she'd been saying for months that she thought she was going to die soon, then had what the notes describe as an inflammation on the brain, and went into suicidal depression.
Yeaahhhhh someone needs to write that paper, dudes.
6. [meg links amy to siobhan's tumblr full of pokesp shit]
Amy: tell becky i should kill her
Meg: no, that's siobhan's fault. well. she does it to piss becky off.
Amy: all I know is that I just spent the last two hours looking at fanart and I have not done that since 2005.
His eyes went huge.
Also got Real Eggs, swiss chard and baby turnips. Urban hippies of the neighborhood, thank you for your tiny, urban hippie farmers market. ♥
2. Got on the bus this afternoon and the driver gave me a weird look, so I blinked at him and turned around -- to see Amy sitting on the bus already. WHUPS DUDE NO YOU'RE NOT HALLUCINATING.
3. Tomorrow it's supposed to go down to a survivable-by-humans 72F. It was in the mideighties today. Keep in mind I work in the bottom floor and am surrounded by people who, hand on my heart, have asked me for a sweater when it is 80F in the building and the staff is crawling around praying for death or Popsicles.
4. I was so happy to realize that a fic wasn't making T'Pring a crazy bitch -- I mean, so she was dead so Jim and Spock could meet and fall in love, that was ... not okay but whatever .... but Spock had loved her! and married her.
SIX CHAPTERS IN, GUESS WHO TURNS OUT TO BE HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH SYBOK AND WANTED A DIVORCE SO SHE COULD MARRY HIM AND NOT A HALFBREED INSTEAD.
I mean! Of course T'Pring is kind of an asshole, but in her defense, would you want to marry Spock? He's been gone for more than a decade, probably never called, never wrote, and now he's starring in all these terrible rumors about him and the captain of his ship. I'd be pretty pissed off too, I can't lie.
*headdesk*
5. In the course of trolling Project Gutenburg, I found an address written at the funeral of some pastor's wife in 1834. I downloaded it for the lolz, and it was pretty typical until the end when the author's notes reveal 'it was on the morning of the 10th instant, between the hours of five and six o'clock, that she eluded the long continued vigilance of her family, and secured time enough to execute a deed, which of all others she most abhorred when of sane mind-a deed, which she believed to be right, because dethroned reason left her a prey to the imagination that the honor of God, and the interests of Zion demanded it.'
Apparently she'd been saying for months that she thought she was going to die soon, then had what the notes describe as an inflammation on the brain, and went into suicidal depression.
Yeaahhhhh someone needs to write that paper, dudes.
6. [meg links amy to siobhan's tumblr full of pokesp shit]
Amy: tell becky i should kill her
Meg: no, that's siobhan's fault. well. she does it to piss becky off.
Amy: all I know is that I just spent the last two hours looking at fanart and I have not done that since 2005.