making dinner just now, I went to get something from the living room. Kaylee, being a snarky 2 year old wrinkled her nose and said, “go back to the kitchen!”
I called her the Patriarchy.
And this hospital got transported to the moon. Everybody is freaking out - screaming and running around. Why is it always thus in SF/Fantasy? If I suddenly got transported to the moon I’d probably think, “huh. I just got myself into a SF/Fantasy story.”
Loudon Wainwright III - Daughter
I just turned the insomniac into a Kaylee-pillar.
Speaking of crushes in general …
I need to get my Amazon wishlist in order. I like to read non-fiction, short stories, fiction, travelogues, social history, cultural anthroplogy, middle to highbrow. I think I have fallen behind on recent promising releases, so suggestions in that vein are especially coveted. Reblog widely! TIA!
I really only read children’s lately (I’ve checked out some DFW and some feminist stuff but do I have time to read deep things? HA!), so I’m reblogging for all those other librarians who know that important adult stuff. (meanwhile I will think … )
Ah, but he doesn’t age well…*cough*(speaking of Dr. Who related crushes)
Yeah, I heard. But that hasn’t been officially canonized! It’s just a maybe!
I know I’ve discussed this before, but I swear, I HATE looking at pictures of myself.
It’s not a judgment of ZOMG, I’m so ugly, gross, whatever. I don’t give a shit about that. I long gave up on worrying about my appearance beyond dental health and errant eyebrows. I will say my motherbishing freckles are bananas. GAAAD.
But why don’t I look like how I feel? The image that stares back at me looks nothing like the person I feel like inside. Does anyone else feel like that?
I’ve had this open to reblog for far to long when all I really want to say is yes. This.
Especially right after having a baby.
via www.recapist.com
This is for LP. Because it’s from The Library episode. (A WHOLE PLANET OF LIBRARY, I SAY!)
OH GOD THE GLASSES! (I haven’t gotten to this episode, I don’t think. A WHOLE PLANET OF LIBRARY, you say?)
CRUSH!
Daaave! Tell me a bedtime story Daaaave!
No! I do not want Barty Crouch Jr. telling me a bedtime story!
Confession time? I have only seen the first 3 HP movies. I OWN the first 4 or 5 … 4, I think. They were on sale so someone bought them for me for Christmas. Because I love the books. And I really enjoyed movies 1 - 3 …I am just Ms. Slacker McSlackerson.
Now that I know that the Doctor is in it? Maybe that’s what I’m going to do tonight. Watch #4 and oogle him.
I have read a couple of posts that makes me think trying to catch up after an 8 hour drive may not be the best strategy (and I may be too tired to have a look right now).
What am I missing? I’m just trying to put a kitten in my avatar.
I am going to go make brownies.
Word. I’m not really here (half distracted with lots of girl snuggles - bed time, yo) - but I’ve read a couple of trying not to be angry posts and nobody is pointing out the dramaz! Maybe I just don’t follow the right people?
Daaave! Tell me a bedtime story Daaaave!
Canada: never afraid of national chains with subtle innuendo.
My home town has a chain that is much much worse. Gay Johnson is actually a really sweet old guy who I met a couple of times (I heard he has died? Y/N?), and I am so glad I didn’t have to be the underling who told him that his name made his SERVICE STATIONS X-rated.
