(This Gun For Hire – 1942)
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If I knew anything about physics I would master time travel and then we’d all be in trouble.
The angry heater gnomes are some kinda loud this morning.
Yes, I’m sure that it’s necessary to call Ghostbusters because you lost a yogurt cup. You should get right on that.
I’m very much starting to
Maybe you’re trying too hard.
I always read wintery mix as wintery minx and think – saucy!
You should vote for me today. And tomorrow. And the next day.
Grr. Widget.
Dance party Wednesday!
Could someone please tell Donald Trump to just stop?
Could someone please tell Nosy McWaddlepants to go be loud near someone else’s cube?
I rarely want to know.
Want.
Well hello, tiny Snickers.
When did the American Dream become mediocrity?
Rawr.
Why does anyone ever worry about inspiration? I think those people must be stumbling through life very deeply asleep.
Head. Hurt. Sad.
Despite what you may believe, I keep an astonishing amount of commentary to myself.
I’m too short for those maxi dresses.
Hemingway. Truth. Photographs. Intriguing.
I’m not sure a sweater vest is the way to go.
The Redhead is now thanking the Gods that I am the only me in the universe.
It takes a special kind of asshole to make fun of a child with Down’s Syndrome simply because that child’s mother is Sarah Palin.
Peeps. Ick.
I don’t get Tumblr.
Weird.  Fragment. Sentence. Day.
Very strong pain killers, big fluffy down comforter, jammies, hot tea. That’s what I desperately want right this minute. And maybe some snuggles.
You need a new photo. Come here and I will take your picture.
Dear Everyone, It’s really really wonderful that you all get a long weekend. So happy for you, really. I don’t, though. So STFU. Thanks.
“I don’t have time to decipher this Christian sub text!”
I just broke my thumbnail on A Clash of Kings. The painful kind of break. Sigh.
I have to go purchase an alien crash kit now.
It’s better than bad, Log Lady.
Mister and I donated blood this morning. I’ve never donated blood before. Turns out it makes me cranky. Who knew? After the cranky went away, which didn’t take too long, Mister took me to see Atlas Shrugged for my birthday. We rarely go to the theater because it’s ridiculously priced, it’s germy, and entirely too loud. But there are some occasions that will get my butt there. I’ve seen every single Tim Burton film at the theater – my own little tradition. At any rate, I’ve been excited about Atlas Shrugged for a while now.
I fully admit that I have never been able to make it all the way through the book. The print is minuscule and it’s 1,074 pages long. I’m going to try another go at it this year. If I can find time. So here’s my mini review of the film …
I think that the dialogue was a little stiff at times and the characters more formal than the real world. The characters tend to be the very extreme representations of the real world personas such as the evil lobbyists, the “My only interest is in making money” capitalist. But I don’t think that that strays from the book, really. And it works here, because the characters are secondary to the message. It very definitely sends a message – and that message is that government is out of control. Considering the sheer hugeness of the book, I think they did an excellent job. For an independent film with a limited budget, I was impressed. I think that there are definitely people who absolutely will not like it, but I think that those people are the same ones who would never have considered seeing it in the first place.  I highly recommend it. Plus, the fella that plays Hank Rearden is totally lunchable.
I should have been a music video director.
eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs
It’s nothing like honey.
150 years since the Civil War began. I should get my Antietam photos posted.
It’s chilly in here.
That may have been the shortest staff meeting ever.
It’s my birthday week. Send presents.
Coworker dreamed I gave her a really fancy doll house. She was very happy. I said, “Well. I try.”
Out for a walk. Bitch.
I was just asked to sign a petition to get a law passed to allow US citizens to vote over the internet. Just think of the potential for voter fraud should that happen.
Meanwhile, across the street, a group is gathering to trek to the capitol to protest the governor. Again.
Last night Miss W made up a song about “Oh, I am so beautiful!” I sang “You’re so vain, you prob’ly think this song is about you, now go brush your teeeeeth!” Good times.
Wow. Coworker is actually watching a Harry Potter movie instead of working. Unbelievable. How does she have a job?
Of course I ask myself that question every day and have yet to come up with an answer.
I could use a Mountain Dew. Haven’t had one of those in a long time.
Sigh.
Neil Gaiman contest. Interesting.
Oooh it’s “Give Jen Money Day”! Excellent.
OK ok ok ok ok. I’ll do it.
Those fb polls are weird.
I just think Bob Jones University sounds like a made up name.
Everyone is leaving me. Wish I could take a nap.
Text book acquisition fail.
Man it’s gorgeous outside. However, I’m now roasting from my walk.
Basement exploration. There are a ton of t shirts down there. Someone needs to share the wealth. Also I found a tunnel. I really need a flashlight and Ripper.
Oh! Season One of Angel sounds good right now.
Devil cats. Not as cool as Laser Cats.
Huh. I just ripped that fingernail clean off.
I would do it if I were you. I might not do it if I were me though.
I really need that stuff. It’s not Vick’s. It’s a special thing that cops and doctors and stuff use. They put it under their noses at crime scenes. I need that stuff. Every day.
Game of Thrones starts this weekend! Soooooooo excited!
Miserable things. Just drive it all over me.
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