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Just you wait 'til we get holed up with cabin fever, dude.
We gotta keep busy while the hotdish supper's in the oven, you betcha.
S4 gave me a calling card.
It had the corner turned down, because it was delivered in person.
Nice.
Often, it just boils down to when I can eat. 'cause I'm hungry a lot. Like right now.
(Really, Oliver just likes to have excuses to dress in short skirts and tights.)
Yay!
Sorry I was such a tool earlier, yo.
Hehe. Yeah, like all my lists at work, this one's something of a living document. I've received more spam, used and again recycled paper clips, and I'm probably down 4-5 staples since this was submitted. In the "small things that amuse me that no one else would notice or care about" is that thank-you letters and grant acknowledgements frequently show up as the shorthand "ack" on my to do lists and file naming conventions. Other than reminding me slightly of the reviled comic strip "Cathy", I kinda like it. I was going to post a photo of my desk in accompaniment, but the driver for my camera is being stupid.
I got a lot more attention as a weirdo visiting SF than I do on the street in Minneapolis or St. Paul (for instance, I have never had crazy homeless men on public transit rant about my being a "nappy haired motherfucker" here, or have hoards of tweeners talk about how hella cool that looks)- though that also might be 'cause fewer Minnesotans will actually *say* anything to you- they're more likely to nudge their friend and mutter "Well, that's diff-ernt."
The look on the face of the passerby in the first photo is priceless.
I agree with Inky on the sexy muscley girl arms count. It must be all that yoga.
Perhaps the best way to combat the sinking feeling of hopelessness is with some humor. (I hate it when blatant corruption is always threatening to kick my ass! Man!) Plus it fits your group so well...