Tsk tsk I believe the word you are searching for, dears, is "apologists"
Mean mouse is being mean again. Perils of the laptop.
I only wish the Net was scarier than the economy. Then at least I'd have some decent distraction. Work is ever the depressing. Stock market is like a teasing harlot. Up and down up and down. I wonder if the election can truly save us. I know I'm supposed to take comfort in the electoral college map, but I am extremely wary about calling things early. I learned the fatal error in that about a year ago. With all this misery afoot, I find myself in poor motivation to actually figure out what pieces I want to submit to my contest.
Though, in somewhat perkier news, I am contemplating a new project. Mostly for the reaction factor because those are nummy. Bonus points for also getting bored enough during lunch to write a crack essay. My old fandom is going to murdinate me.
Which reminds me. I should kick myself for forgetting my roots. Oh, X, how could I have forgotten you or your training?
And we end with an awesome conversation between me and Graham.
Graham: Soon they'll start making everything out of corn. Like corn nuclear bombs.
Me: I could go for corn nuclear bombs. At least they'd be recycling.
Graham: Don't worry, North Korea, we've just got a nice shipment of corn.
Me: ... OMG. You're a terrible person.
Graham: Aren't I?
I only wish the Net was scarier than the economy. Then at least I'd have some decent distraction. Work is ever the depressing. Stock market is like a teasing harlot. Up and down up and down. I wonder if the election can truly save us. I know I'm supposed to take comfort in the electoral college map, but I am extremely wary about calling things early. I learned the fatal error in that about a year ago. With all this misery afoot, I find myself in poor motivation to actually figure out what pieces I want to submit to my contest.
Though, in somewhat perkier news, I am contemplating a new project. Mostly for the reaction factor because those are nummy. Bonus points for also getting bored enough during lunch to write a crack essay. My old fandom is going to murdinate me.
Which reminds me. I should kick myself for forgetting my roots. Oh, X, how could I have forgotten you or your training?
And we end with an awesome conversation between me and Graham.
Graham: Soon they'll start making everything out of corn. Like corn nuclear bombs.
Me: I could go for corn nuclear bombs. At least they'd be recycling.
Graham: Don't worry, North Korea, we've just got a nice shipment of corn.
Me: ... OMG. You're a terrible person.
Graham: Aren't I?