Nine years later and I still don't want to talk about it. I figure that next year, with the 10th anniversary commemoration I'll just lock myself in the bedroom for a week with a case of wine and not come out for a week.
And in other news, we just watched the International Space Station pass overhead. Completely awed, but kinda depressing, too. Whatever happened to dreaming and getting us back out there? Yeah, I know, budgets. But surely some things are worth the price?
Starting to post some more recipes over at the other journal. I'm trying to get rid of the stack of old magazines by ripping out the recipes I want to keep and posting them here.
There'll be a little bit of everything (as always).
Honestly, would these "birther" lunatics have half the mileage and following they do if the President's father was from, say, Switzerland, and not someplace far more...tropical
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And it's about to launch Version VI don't know that it would be possible to sit down and calculate how much of my life overall has been lost to the clutches of Sid Meier (God bless 'im). What I do know is that G was right: "Aztec Battleship" may just be one of the greatest rock band names of all time
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I'm pulling a Mad Men all-nighter (currently mid-season 2) and I just went into the dark kitchen to fetch another soda. Thanks to some sort of optical trick the red clock of the coffee mark was reflected twice off of the dark window - just like a pair of glowing red eyes. I nearly screamed!