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Iiiiit's Thursday! And do we know what that means? Well, apparently there's new stuff on the CW tonight, but more importantly, it's time for my next batch of photos ( Read more... )

Dude, catalog and website production week at my parents' business is like, the lamest week ever. I mean, I managed to escape once with fiareynne, but totally had to collapse last night instead of taking her up on her offer of free pub food. :( On the plus side, their catalog is done! And in envelopes, with like, address labels and junk! And also, I ( Read more... )

I waited until the very last minute to claim a prompt for j2_everafter, and still ended up with something that's really potentially fantastic. I'm totally excited, guys. gwentastic knows all about my devious plans for my prompt. And if she doesn't, she probably will, 'cause I tend to blabber about fic that I never end up finishing to her. She's awesome if you've got ( Read more... )

I've now been to the part of my state with more moose crossing signs than houses. My sister's boyfriend lost his wallet in a bar fight [ooh, manly... *facepalm*] while he was ice fishing up in Jackman, about 20 miles from the Canadian border. They found it in the bar this morning, so my sister and I drove up to retrieve it. The drive to Jackman ( Read more... )

Mmkay, so you know how the headlines told people north of the Carolinas to stay home today? Me an' fiareynne totally didn't. After travelling to town at a snail's pace, noting the apparent phantom plow trucks that clear the streets of Augusta, watching Yes Man [totally adorable and awesome, bee tee dubs], and purchasing last-minute gifts at Barnes & Noble ( Read more... )

I may or may not have attempted to break the sound barrier while racing the snow to Maine. :| I was only averaging 80 MPH! *is totally innocent of breaking speed laws*

Made it back in about six hours, with nary a snowflake in sight. Good times.
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Punxsutawney Phil has seen his shadow, forecasting what I already knew -- six more weeks of winter. Whoever decides that February is prime planting season -- with or without the help of a big, crop-hungry rodent -- needs to get smacked, anyway. Although I suppose the Earth would do all the bitchslapping, by killing the seeds and seedlings ( Read more... )