So, I have sufficiently gotten over the end of QaF, HBP, the REAL end of BB, and the pseudo-end of X-Men now that Gambit-loving has become unbearably mainstream ( Read more... )

Congrats to lawofsyllogism for surviving 12 years of institutional brainwashing! Welcome to NYC, where you will meet near-death by panini and learn that the day of the Puerto Rican Day parade is the perfect time to order pizza.

Many happy returns to phinjay on continued schooling. Grad school is AWESOME (or so I've heard), and when you start your own business (which ( Read more... )

But would someone care to tell me why the Brianite and Justinite factions in QaF want to kill each other ( Read more... )

In the year of somebody's Lord, 1840, 7 May (New Style), Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky was born in Votkinsk, Russia. Hardly anyone knows where the hell that is, exactly (including me), but today, in the conservatories where he taught and studied (Moscow and Petersburg), they are going to be playing selected works of his all day. I started in last night ( Read more... )

phinjay, I have never opened my mailbox and burst into tears before now. The card and the bookmark were too, too beautiful. I have both pinned up on my cube wall, next to the nifty signage made for me by lawofsyllogism and company.

Watch your mailbox, the both of you! *hugs ( Read more... )

It's Ken's bday today! He's 28! And, yet, I've not seen him in six years and haven't talked to him since last May. :/ But! He is still my bestest friend!

Happy belated b-day phluphee. Please forgive my lameness ( Read more... )

People aren't returning my calls. Why is this? I get all organized, call people that I have been dying to call, and no one returns my calls. This is especially troublesome because I am about to enter a long stretch of anti-social behavior. Knowing the people that I called, they will call while I'm in the thick of said behavior and wonder what the ( Read more... )

Well, the title's a little misleading, but bear with me ( Read more... )

I hate when my head hurts, because I immediately think I have some sort of brain weirdness of some kind. And then I take Excedrin, and I feel amazingly better ( Read more... )

So, I've been in rather a funk lately due to a host of reasons too numerous and exhausting to get into here. And I get this package from my dad that I thought was old mail and such. It was not - it was a lovely silver chain with a charm on it that has the number four. My dad . . . well, let's just say that he's not given to tangible randomness, so ( Read more... )