( Fannishness Overboard )

Note to Self: Do not even think about rubbing your eyes the next time you go three weeks between contact wearings since you decided to rub your eyes that one time, that time you rubbed one of your eyes hard enough that it felt good to apply ice bags to it.

Universally Known Nike Campaign + Hot Chicks with Douchebags =

( Read more... )

They are coming; or rather, they have come. The most demanding species of shopper has entered into my life, come on the dreariest of weather days to demand products that are out of distribution; of course the failure to keep obscure movie titles in stock was my fault because everyone is interested in titles befitting the early days of the Sci-Fi ( Read more... )

I experienced no line issues when it came to voting lines because it was the parking that was problematic because some genius decided that there was no parking in front of my polling place because it might be the last chance to clean that street before the snow.

Oh, how I have lapsed in journaling! But, ah, it was October, the month which experience has caused me to consider the most difficult as omens of seasonal depression appear; obviously, I survived without incident though moodiness remains intact. Hmm, perhaps I will get more sociable as I have been bored by my usual routines but I will not bore ( Read more... )

Dilbert was never "teh funny" for me, but I consider the office-esque humor from this comic to be dated to the early days of the Second Gilded Age when Silicon Valley was paved with platinum, diamonds, and pearls, that time before the so-named "Credit Crunch" when every financial wizard broke her/his crystal bowl. Oh yes, overly dramatic, but my ( Read more... )

I am rabidly amused that the "parenting" book by Lynne Spears is shelved at my work in the music biographies between awesome guitarist Slash and hairstyle-challenged Phil Spector.

I will spare everyone the adjectives on this matter, this matter of posting Bert and Ernie Dialogue at obscurefandoms.

Have I dishonored by ancestors by not opening FamilyTreeMaker in over eight days? Surely they shall curse me as I devote Internet time not to fashion, genealogy, and literature but to sports. Sports!? Oh yes, those cyclists can be amusing to watch, but it is the off-the-road intrigues that, er, intrigue me when they are not tossing bikes when the ( Read more... )