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I was going to give you a new photo, but this one came up when I was looking for something else. I can’t even remember what I was looking for. Anyway, I realized I still really kind of love this one, so I’m sharing again.
I need more tattoos.
Well. Maybe just one.
My Patronus is a frigging cat. I hate cats. Thanks J.L. Rowling.
Oh GOD. I don’t want to grade the citations.
I feel like I don’t belong in the SSKAL. I don’t think I’ll do it again next year. I feel like an interloper. On the other hand, I feel right at home in each of the Great Northern KALs. Although I’m reasonably certain a couple of people might not like me very much.
All of this is doing absolutely nothing for my insecurities these days.
You know what’s the *best*? You get your period and then it’s over and you’re all “Woohoo! Short period!” But oh no, really it was just on a two day hiatus and now it’s all “BOOM! I’m back, baby! What? Oh, you don’t have a tampon handy? Gosh, so sorry. Heh. How awkward. Whelp. Guess I’ll just let you figure that one out. Heh. Heh.” Yeah. That’s just the *best*.
This video makes me hate my hair so much. Also they could have given that guy a WAY better hair cut. All they did was chop off the mullet tail.
I’M CLEARLY HAVING AN EXISTENTIAL HAIR CRISIS!!!
I’m sorry, but what the actual hell is going on with the footwear in this spread? Burn it all and let’s forget this ever happened.
I wonder if those things are insured. You know, beyond “The taxpayers will build us another one!”
Please. The Mister has been calling Trump Kaufman since the beginning.
I am sad that I lost my rock. I liked that rock.
I’ve always wanted a pair of 20 eyed Docs. Like since I was 16. Someday. I’ll be 90 years old, lacing up my Docs to go to my grandchildren’s house for some holiday dinner. And they’ll be all “There’s our granny. She’s still so feisty!” And I hope they call me granny. Cos that’s kind of awesome. That’s me. A feisty granny in 20 eyed Docs. Word.
I’m totally proud of you, Ali. You rock.
Cut. Color. Cut. Color. Cut. Color. Cut.
We need to do 4 people doing stuff. On account of those were fun. And also there are 4 of us now.
No, really. Can I just be paid to knit all day? Barring that, can I just be paid to research political theory and write about it all day?
What is this I can’t even
I don’t know. It’s supposed to rain. But I really want to walk over to Hot Slice for lunch. The half mile walk mitigates at least SOME of the calories a giganomous piece of pizza entails.
Story of my life, my friend.
Um. That really required a thank you. WTF is your problem.
Thanks for filling my inbox with requests to confirm crap I’ve already confirmed for you.
I need toner. Toner, damn you!
I enjoyed Stranger Things. I did not think it was as brilliant as apparently everyone else did. Of course, I’m not a Stephen King fan at all.
wanted to be sure i know
Been stuck in my head all damn day.
For a second I thought I had email from Richard Nixon and wondered how the GOP had managed to pull that one off, and really why Nixon instead of, say, Reagan? Then I remembered all the dead Democrats that have been voting and it seemed much less important. Of course, it was not an email from Richard Nixon.
I dunno. An awful lot hinges on this. This better go the way we’re hoping it goes.
Hey Lion Brand? For the elventieth time? I don’t crochet. Stop sending me crochet emails all the damn time.
I don’t know how you can be a coffee shop and not have any bloody half and half. No, I do not want 2% in my iced coffee, thank you. Do I look like a crazy person?
OK, yeah, maybe.
I am not a fan of audio books. They make me fall asleep. Or, if I manage to stay awake, I find that at some point I’ve stopped listening and suddenly realize I have absolutely no idea what the hell is going on. But the snippets I’m hearing of Norm MacDonald reading his autobiography or memoir or exaggerated tale of his existence, are pretty hilarious.
Alright. Enough. Maybe I should have some tea.
No, no, no. It’s always first, middle, last. Never just first and last.
Might as well just
People asked me to bring this bloody shirt back, so I did, and not a single soul has bought a single damn shirt. Come on. And here it is, a week later and no one ever bought one and the campaign failed. I’m never bringing this shirt back again.
I just wrote “Capitalism led to yet another form of capitalism.”
Where is my mind?
It’s just as well, really. Just as well.
I feel so behind. I’m maybe a little behind. But not nearly as behind as I feel. It’s kind of weird.
That’s just about the whitest Facebook status update I have ever read. Not to mention the fact that it sent the hipster gauge right off the flipping charts.
I simply cannot find the motivation to grade these assignments.
Of course I am on vacation.
Suggestions based on the fact that I watched Supernatural: Grey’s Anatomy. Um. OK. Who wrote that algorithm??
“I’ve been educating myself on ferns. I feel like I need to get to know them better.”
Technical nightmares all over the damn place. Stupid Mediasite.
I am having trouble with this figure 8 cast on. I think I need to wait and do it magic loop. I’d start it now, but evidently, my size 7 needle tips are in use on a WIP at home. le sigh.
I think I need to block out all this noise somehow. I cannot focus. It’s total chaos.
This needs to be available for Android, thank you.
“Why is so much wedding stuff riddled with stupid rhymes?? ”
OK! Let’s go!
“I’m not gonna lie to you, ma’am. I did not understand a word you just said.”
I teach an online course. I’m reasonably certain that the fire safety training does not apply.
Stop sending me shit via my.sharepoint. It doesn’t bloody work properly.
“Bless your heart” has a very different meaning in Michigan than it does in the south.
I need to get a Ph.D. just so these students will stop calling me Mrs. I’ve never gone by Mrs.
I was feeling like since this is a week overdue you should be getting more for your money. But then I remembered that you aren’t paying me.
My record for not finding a petoskey stone in the wild remains unbroken.
I think this is a lovely story.
This week is making me very sad.
She said plebeian but she pronounced it plea-be-ahn. It’s pleh-beahn.
Huh. I never would have guessed Paige. I thought for sure Piper.
These pages keep popping up in my FB feed lately that I haven’t seen in so long I don’t even remember liking them in the first place.
“Never re-enter a building until instructed to do so by an official police or fire ……… person.”
OK. Thoroughly sick of the word “intersectionality” at this point.
What. I need to own this book. Obviously.
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Quest bar for lunch it is then.
I have to enter it manually. Not absolutely everything is connected. I know that’s hard to believe.
I guess people like my Instagram feed a lot more when I’m traveling. I guess I can’t really blame them. I’m horribly dull when I’m at home.
I’m horribly dull when I’m not at home.
You can be angry at me all you want, but you’re the one who missed the deadline and you were told you’d get a zero.
It doesn’t really seem like I have too many desk toys until it’s time to dust my desk. Stop falling over Funko Pop! Allison Reynolds! You’re drunk!
That’s too many exclamation points right now.
WTF even is that? “True colors”??? “I’m a blue and a gold.” “Ohhhh I’m a red and a …” WHERE EVEN AM I RIGHT NOW???
Are you a leader? No. No, I am not.
“who vigorously opposed their opponents’ attempts”
I’m glad I’m almost done with this baby blanket. It’s taken me entirely too long to knit up.
Don’t do anything crazy, man.
It looks like vintage pajama material.
Dork-o-rama.
Argh. I hate these stupid doors so much.
I need to print this and hang it outside my cube.
I am not Google. I am not Google. I am not Google. I am not Google.
I will freely admit to you that I have never read Wuthering Heights. I really have no idea why.
I have, however, read Jane Eyre approximately 47 times.
Yes, I know they were written by two different Brontes, thank you very much.
Um. I’ll take Jane Eyre. Or Frankenstein. Or Poe. You know how I feel about Eddie. Eddie is my homeboy. Please. Thank you.
I like tacos. I can only think of one person who doesn’t like tacos and she doesn’t like much of anything.
money money money money money money money money money
“Toxic sentimentality” might be my new favorite phrase.
Um. Hell yes.
The thing that makes Lena Dunham a “sack of flaming garbage” is the fact that she’s a horrible human being. It has absolutely nothing to do with what she looks like and everything to do with how she treats people.
Raise your hand if you’re surprised.
But all is right with the world again.
Honestly. Hiddleston is much too young for me anyway. Allow me to repeat myself: I like my men like I like my Scotch. At least 10 years older than me and strong enough to knock a hippie across the room.
I have a shocking number of links for you this week. Haven’t been linking much at all lately.
“Exaggerating the risks of allowing children some unsupervised time has significant costs besides the loss of children’s independence, freedom and opportunity to learn how to solve problems on their own,†Sarnecka said. “As people have adopted the idea that children must never be alone, parents increasingly face the possibility of arrest, charges of abuse or neglect, and even incarceration for allowing their children to play in parks, walk to school or wait in a car for a few minutes without them.â€
I just marked “bachelor degree” as the highest level of education I’ve received for the first time in response to a question. That’s kinda cool.
“You may not be as blessed with easy charm and cunning as some other Starfleet Captains we could mention, but this means you’ve had to sharpen up your other skills, most notably as a tactician and a diplomat. As well as being supremely clever, you have an exceptionally long fuse, which allows you to play the long game in matters of extreme delicacy, even when tempers are becoming frayed all around you. This means you can lead your loyal crew less by instinct and more by a keen understanding of the best way to navigate some extremely strange situations. ”
Huh. Honestly I expect Captain Sisko. I do love Patrick Stewart. Sisko will always be my favorite though.
What? Hugh Laurie has a new series? Yes please!
Thanks to Stormageddon, this song has been firmly entrenched in my skull for a full week. Unrelenting. It is kind of a great 90s esque shoegazer poppish little number though. In a Boo Radleys sort of way. At least it’s not awful. I don’t hate it at all. I just would maybe like a break from the damn chorus.
It is so humid that it set the smoke alarms off in the old Compound this evening. Ridiculous.
Seriously. Ridiculous.
Of course the semester started out fraught with technical difficulties. Of course.
Huh. That person is kind of an idiot.
you’re your you’re your you’re your you’re your you’re
You probably could have figured out the answer to that question yourself with just a few minutes of careful reading.
So much to do before I do the thing I need to do. do be do be doo.
I ran out of links. I just typed rena instead of ran.
Yeah, I have no idea.
Evidently I created a category I have never used. Huh.
I need to take my contacts out.
I’m at a total loss about my hair. I just can’t even deal with it anymore. And my bangs seem to have stopped growing completely.
I don’t know who the craft hippies are.
I do know I dozed off there for about 10 minutes and am not really altogether awake right now.
And it’s too late for a cuppa tea.
How is it the last day of August already? How is that even possible?
Johnnie Walker Black? Yes please.
Thanks, but I generally prefer my tea to *not* taste like I’m drinking a campfire. Just say no to lapsang souchong.
What good is a clock that moves at half the pace of a normal clock? And why would I pay $88 for it??
I’m just here.
That meeting actually took the whole hour. My whole morning is gone.
hula mula girls
Look. I’ll be the first person to admit that I have a cheddar cheese pretzel Combo problem.
Wow. I’ve just had no time for you today. And now there is Muppet drama. Poor Red.
Oh Lord. You should just stay out of this one, lady. You do not want to start some shit with a bunch of libertarians.
Gah. I hate looking up homeschool crap and being directed to “our favorite [insert subject here] book!!” and realizing it’s all God based.
The point is that the guy is a moron. I know you missed that in all your moral outrage, so I’m just spelling it out for you. Again. Cos I pretty much said that to begin with.
I just can’t get enough of this Mumford and Sons album lately. I love it.
Ugh. My iced tea tastes funky. But I need a soda break. le sigh.
It kinda tastes sorta cheese-y. Which is incredibly weird.
I’m at a loss.
Well no, I don’t actually want to learn how to use yet another design software. But hey thanks.
I think this tea might be making my stomach feel icky. I think I’m going to trade it in for a Diet Dr. Pepper. Because yum.
Yes. Yes, that was the correct choice.
About your instructor …
I’M TEACHING A CLASS YOU GUYS!
Holy wow. Hell’s bells.
And whatnot.
I do not have any unread messages in my inbox, Office 365. Lying bastard! I hate Office 365 so so so so much.
And now I can never have a medical marijuana card. Not that I was after one, but still.
We need more libertarians in office. That’s just a fact.
You must have tiny tiny cows.
Tiny ickle coos! With tiny ickle moos!
My interwebs’re totally wonked, yo.
What’s up with that beard-thing, Alton Brown?
OK, yeah, I’m in.
“The Boy Who Cried Wolf.” All. Over. The. Place.
Honey Crisp!!! Mah fave-oh-rit.
There. I wrote myself a note and everything.
red leather yellow leather red leather yellow leather
goodnight, ladies. goodnight.
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