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Stop the presses, y'all. I am actually working today. I know. The mind, she boggles.
Also? Two women were just here at the museum photographing spectral orbs and ectoplasm. No, really.
I love hate love hate am ambivalent about my job ( Read more... ) -
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It's my day off today! And I'm getting ready to go put on my bathing suit, pour myself a giant glass of ice-cold clementine juice, and sprawl out on my back deck and read in the sunshine. Wheeee!
See, working Saturdays sometimes has its advantages. You poor bahstahds are all at work right now, aren't you? Heeee.
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Um, I'm sorry, what was that? Who did you say was the director of Grand Canyon? -
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So, today I had to do a community outreach thingy for the museum in a tiny town about 30 minutes away from here. It's one of those towns where there's one stoplight, a little traffic circle, a video store/laundromat, and a bunch of gorgeous old dilapidated Victorian houses falling down on themselves in genteel shambles ( Read more... ) -
Huh. Well, this is...interesting.
I meant to write a shmoopy, sexy little Spander drabble for wiseacress.
( Instead, I wrote weird angsty post-apocalyptic drug-addicted one-eyed road-trip pseudo-porn. Sorry, sweetheart. ) -
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Will I sound impossibly crotchety and obstreperous if I say that some of those crazy newfangled flashing icons give me a migraine?
Yeah, I thought so.
Rassen frassen.
Happiest of birthdays to the very darlingest of darlings, ros_fod, who most certainly does not give me a migraine.
Anybody have any ideas about dinner?