Just wondering what your day looks like as far as lunch goes. I have a 10:45 doctor's appointment that I thought was earlier. I think I should still get out in time to have lunch, but it would probably be better for me to contact you after I get out then to make a plan for me to be at a certain place and time.

Is your phone with you? I could call

My messenger bag was lost, it was lost, it was really really lost to the point where I figured I either left it in the Neon where it got towed away to a junkyard for all time, or I took it to the Goodwill in a fit of "I Will Simplify, Damnit!!!" purging ( Read more... )

Pretty much now would be a great time for you to catch up on Astonishing. Or to accept spoilers. Like, seriously.

Dear Caitlyn,

Thank you for lunch! It was lovely, and we must do it again.

Dear Will,I saw you! I was on the BCX, and you (or someone who looked a hell of a lot like you in a green shirt such as one could very easily imagine you ( Read more... )

So I was making paneer this morning because I can do that and I am awesome (announcing that fact really isn't the only reason that I am posting, though I do feel like standing on my porch with my hands in the air and some Queen playing every time I do it), and as I was pressing out the extra liquid, my brain, my horrible, evil, wants me to be crazy ( Read more... )

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What made me the most pissed about the X-men book was the flashback panel showing Pixie's happy school days at Xavier's. The one where she's playing baseball in a long sleeved ribbed leotard and no pants(And then, really, that ( Read more... )

stolen from ignescentI don't usually do these because I am all like, "wah! No one will do it and then I'll feel lame and stupid ( Read more... )

it when I wake up and it's all pretty out and there are things that I want to do like go pick up some soil from Kathy for my herb garden. (Which is already yellow and limp even though I water it faithfully. I am going to go on the Morticia Addams school of gardening -- arranging dead stems and calling it lovely ( Read more... )

My grandmother had an antique Chatty Cathy doll. Her speaking mechanism involved a series of small plastic records that were inserted into her back. My grandmother only had one of the records though - a collection of maxims and proverbs. I played with that doll non-stop and never got sick of her tinny chirping. "A watched pot... never boils." I ( Read more... )

At the Carolina for Retrofantasma last night, I ran into darklordmoeser and the perpetually lurking lexman1978. Had just enough time to think, 'Huh. who knew they were Cronenberg fans?' before realizing that, duh, they were there for The Yeomen of the Guard. I'm glad I did run into them because I would have completely missed the obvious fact that the two events were ( Read more... )

I kill an herb garden every summer. It's a ritual. This year, I've hung the container over my balcony on the theory that the shade of the balcony roof is why I so consistently fail. Still, I don't feel *very* confident. Confident enough to buy the stuff and fantasize about picking my own cilantro and parsley from the porch though ( Read more... )