Well. There you go then.
Just because you aren’t happy with the way something works doesn’t mean it’s “broken.” It just means you didn’t get your way.
Trying to find a new series to watch on Netflix. This quiz tells me I should be watching Supernatural. Yeah, that’s not helpful.
I have no professional goals. I have no professional ambition. I’ve officially reached the stage of giving up.
I keep looking at the political science course offerings for fall. Because I’m a crazy person and evidently there are still classes I want to take.
But I won’t.
I have your Thin Mints.
Carolina Herrera. Class act.
The legend of King Arthur used to be one of my favorites.
Actually, I think it still is.
Did that kid just ask for the “vice dean”?
I guess the sign shop needs a proofreader. ooph.
I just don’t like eating that early. It throws my whole protein schedule off. Plus I’m not usually hungry then.
I have no idea what’s going on.
good morning good morning good morning good morning good morning
Don’t forget your cookies!
Maybe I should quit FB.
Maybe I should quit FB and politics and empathy and making an effort and all the things.
Get off my lawn while you’re at it.
“You are a Libertarian: As a Libertarian, you support maximum liberty in both personal and economic matters. You advocate a much smaller government; one that is limited to protecting individuals from coercion and violence. You tend to embrace individual responsibility, oppose government bureaucracy and taxes, promote private charity, tolerate diverse lifestyles, support the free market, and defend civil liberties.”
No. No I will not be staying for your lecture.
What the hell is a sell sheet?
Well at least we’re not on that list.
That is a particularly horrible way to go, really.
I need music. But I don’t know what kind.
That does it. I’m shooting film this weekend. Dammit.
Sure wish I still had that Yashica though. sigh.
Still no music.
Wow, that just does not even make the slightest bit of sense.
I totally forgot about my tea. Now it’s room temperature.
Oh yes. The Pixies. Perfect.
perfect perfect perfect
I should’ve learned to play an instrument.
I should’ve become an actor.
I should’ve written a book.
I should’ve finished college the first time.
I should’ve written more letters.
I should’ve sent letters even though no one ever writes back.
I should’ve been wired nicer, friendlier, more outgoing, less introspective introverted misanthropic.
I should’ve been more likeable.
Maybe. Possibly. Never mind.
I love keyboard shortcuts.
Aw! These pix are so great!
Ah. Right. I was just reminded why I never buy anything from Wool and the Gang. So. Many. Dollars. Or We Are Knitters for that matter.
Also go away Krysten Ritter!
I can’t believe you’re making me go by myself.
Why don’t I remember Tom Selleck appearing in nine episodes of Friends??
blah blah blah
I’m thinking of conversing solely in Bitmoji for the rest of my life.
Can I go home now?
Pish. Like I’ll even win. Pipe dream. It’s an honor just to be nominated etcetera etcetera.
WordPress wants me to correct etcetera to tetrameter.
I don’t think he’s going to eat that.
Oops. Poked publish instead of preview.
This kid is never going to go to sleep tonight. He’ll be up til dawn. I may need to go sleep in his room. Leave him to the wolves.
And by wolves I mean Trollhunters on Netflix.
HA! “As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.” — H. L. Mencken
I’ve never seen that Mencken quote before. He said/wrote that in 1920.
I gotta catch up on Blacklist.
I don’t know why that “ask me anything” link is even there. It’s not like anyone ever actually asks me anything.
Why do they call those cookies Samoas?
They just should stop making them bite sized.
I, too, hope they serve tacos in hell.
Haven’t even knitted a stitch. Oy.
Hey Ferb, Iknowwhatwe’regonnadotoday
Um. So you’re not upset about the implied violence of a barbed wire wrapped bloody baseball bat, but you’re outraged by the childhood phrase “eeny meeny miney moe”.
And you wonder why I don’t like people.
I think you are eminently more likeable than I.
I really need to take my contacts out.
What is it with hipsters and floral prints.
I want sleeeeeeeeeep.
OK. OK. OK.
Learning the ins and outs of Excel is just really not terribly exciting.
cos they keep croaking