Dear Ronald D. Moore, and the other makers of Battlestar Galactica,

I am unable to deal with what just happened.

That is all.

Sincerely,

~Me~

I'm pulling a blackenedflames today and posting stuff from poe-news.com. Bwah ha ha ( Read more... )

Dear New York employers,

HIRE ME. I IS SMART.

Sincerely,

~me~

I have a new computer. She's exceptionally shiny.

And most exciting of all, she has one of those fingerprint readers! And with John's help, I tricked it out so when I swipe my finger, Miss Monneypenny's voice says "Identification confirmed."

On this Valentine's Day, I'd like to give a shout-out to the Mighty Snow Demons.

The official measurements are in:

General snowfall: up to mid-thigh

Drifts: range from waist to shoulder-height.

Packing Quality: Registering a 9.2 on the Calvin/Hobbes scale.

As my linguistics professor would (and did) say,

"Holy cats!"

Battlestar just took me to a special place. A special place of awed, anxious madness.

Oh, and I'm home in Ann Arbor! which is very very quiet after London. A little TOO quiet. Speaking of too quiet, I'll be in O-town on the 20th, so hopefully I'll see all you finals-wracked cats & kittens then.

Once again, I find that I am too stupid to write this paper ( Read more... )

I hate Christmas.

It's like a gaudy, saccharine, grotesquely fat party that I'm not invited to. And just because my people killed the guest of honor. Isn't that a little too demanding?

Ok, London ( Read more... )

Lindsay Lohan's boyfriend lives in my apartment building.

Calum Best, "son of football legend George Best" and known as a "notorious London socialite."

o_0

I'm going to start stealing his mail.