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Cesperanza. Wins. Forever. Oh god. Um, spoilers for SGA episode "Echoes". *is in tears of mirth, no joke*
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Work completely waylaid me in a back alley and, like, mugged me today, or something. Szo tired. We're on diminished production and I'm definitely not doing even 50% of what we'd normally do in a day, but it honestly is far too much for One Ickle Me and given lung infection, I tossed my "stay late to do it all" plan in favour of "coming home to roast potatoes". C'mon, who wouldn't make that choice? Heh. Thank goodness we've only one more day this week, and hopefully I'll be able to actually enjoy this four day weekend. *crosses fingers, toes, arms, legs and generally everything cross-able*
Also, work software? If you were a person and not software? In the words of the Nac Mac Feegle: Och I'm gonna gie ye sich a KICKIN'!!
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Goldfinger's 99 Red Balloons would make an awesome team!vid for SG-1. I'm just saying. (Dear brain, please stop. Because you don't even write half the things you think up, so adding vids-to-make to that is just MEAN. Especially since I've now mentally screened the R.E.M. RayK one so often that I have 'favourite bits'. *head. desk.*)
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I kind of want an icon of Michael Shanks from something random just so I can go "you're not on Stargate now, Dr Jackson!" *headdesk* Stupid cultural imperative!
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The shaker at work smells like Philadelphia (no, I can't explain how/why, it just does), my water bottle smells like gummi bears (makes. no. sense. oddly addictive, too) and the oven (at work, ie, one that doesn't get food in it ever) smells like prawn crackers. In conclusion: my olfactory senses are a land of contrast!
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Work completely waylaid me in a back alley and, like, mugged me today, or something. Szo tired. We're on diminished production and I'm definitely not doing even 50% of what we'd normally do in a day, but it honestly is far too much for One Ickle Me and given lung infection, I tossed my "stay late to do it all" plan in favour of "coming home to roast potatoes". C'mon, who wouldn't make that choice? Heh. Thank goodness we've only one more day this week, and hopefully I'll be able to actually enjoy this four day weekend. *crosses fingers, toes, arms, legs and generally everything cross-able*
Also, work software? If you were a person and not software? In the words of the Nac Mac Feegle: Och I'm gonna gie ye sich a KICKIN'!!
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Goldfinger's 99 Red Balloons would make an awesome team!vid for SG-1. I'm just saying. (Dear brain, please stop. Because you don't even write half the things you think up, so adding vids-to-make to that is just MEAN. Especially since I've now mentally screened the R.E.M. RayK one so often that I have 'favourite bits'. *head. desk.*)
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I kind of want an icon of Michael Shanks from something random just so I can go "you're not on Stargate now, Dr Jackson!" *headdesk* Stupid cultural imperative!
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The shaker at work smells like Philadelphia (no, I can't explain how/why, it just does), my water bottle smells like gummi bears (makes. no. sense. oddly addictive, too) and the oven (at work, ie, one that doesn't get food in it ever) smells like prawn crackers. In conclusion: my olfactory senses are a land of contrast!