Short-short-short story
Go read Jeffrey Whitmore’s Bedtime Story.
Go on! It’s only 53 words, so it won’t take you long.
Go read Jeffrey Whitmore’s Bedtime Story.
Go on! It’s only 53 words, so it won’t take you long.
Sorry. Busy, busy, busy.
Well, that and I had a headache last night, which I feared would turn into a migraine. So still nothing of interest. Except two silly quizzes.
And the discussion about the Science Fiction Writer quiz is still going on over at Making Light.
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…I liked the picture of the Lily of the Valley so much, I redid my front page.
I guess Andy has had an influence on me after all.
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Ahhh… I’m done.
Don’t get me wrong, I love learning and being in school, but I am really tired, and glad for the break.
…till my final.
Finally.
I am really tired of studying Social Security, Medicare, and Medicaid. And I think Michael is tired of hearing my recite facts about it.
Today, I finally had to admit that I am a chapstick addict.
I have chapstick in every jacket. I carry chapstick in my pants pocket. I usually have chapstick in my backpack.
But today, for multiple reasons, including forgetting, I had no chapstick. None in my coat. None in my pocket. Not even the secondary back-up chapstick in my backpack.
By 1:30 I had to go downstairs and buy chapstick.
I’ve been meaning to post this for awhile:
Monterey Bay Aquarium webcams. Including penguincam and sharkcam.
I almost hurt something last night, reading Tom’s post on elves.
I was going to say that this is geeky humor, but then I remembered the success of the Lord of the Rings movies, and decided that it really isn’t. Not anymore.
yestreen n. Scots
Yesterday evening
zedonk n.
The hybrid offspring of a male zebra and a female donkey
Paper: Done.
Presentation: Done.
Only thing left is my final. Next Friday. At 3:00. So I have it hanging over my head ALL WEEK.
I hate waiting and doing things at the last minute. Hate it. If it’s a project I want it finished weeks in advanced.
It’s even worse when the last minute rush isn’t my fault. Then I’m irritated, but have to pretend not to be, just to be polite.
To understand why I like this so much, you have to understand that growing up we received gifts from the Birthday Elephant, the Christmas Elephant, the Easter Elephant, the Valentine’s Day Elephant…
(via Making Light)
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