Violent raging fires
Violent raging fires
|My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul|
|triplemare goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as a lemming.|
|bethie8888 tricks you! You get a broken balloon.|
|bluefire_lotus tricks you! You get a moldy pretzel.|
|cheshire42 gives you 17 white coffee-flavoured jelly beans.|
|dessiebaybee tricks you! You get a piece of string.|
|flemco gives you 2 red-orange grape-flavoured gumdrops.|
|gnat23 gives you 8 white grapefruit-flavoured nuggets.|
|speedingon405 gives you 8 tan chocolate-flavoured pieces of bubblegum.|
|tempests gives you 11 purple mint-flavoured pieces of bubblegum.|
|terriblelynne gives you 7 light yellow cinnamon-flavoured jelly beans.|
|vulpine137 gives you 14 white raspberry-flavoured gummies.|
|triplemare ends up with 67 pieces of candy, a broken balloon, a moldy pretzel, and a piece of string.|
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|Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.|
I remember reading once that there is this one day in October (if you live in Texas, that is) where the weather does this abrupt change. Overnight it stops being 90 degrees and drops to daytime highs of like 60.
Yeah, last night it came through. I think fall is finally here.
I’d link you to the webcomic I saw it in but apparently keenspace is eating itself. Ah, well. If you get the chance O, Reader — and the webhosting service starts working again — go and see flemco and click on the website link. Take a box of tissues (for the tears o’laughter) and a bottle of liquor. You’ll need both.
That is all.
Talked to J last night. We think we might be able to do the whole school thing on his salary — IF we can sell the house and reduce our monthly bills. So cleaning and prepping is uber-importante’. Whee!
You know what the yuckiest thing about having a cold is, IMHO? The after-effects. Days of slimy ickiness in your sinuses. Followed by said slime drying out to Sahara booger crisps in your sinus. *shudddddder* Can do without this, thanks.
Off to clean. Did I mention, whee? Yeah. Verily. Whee.
Had a really good talk with M last night after dance class. It wandered over a variety of subjects. Feel better about some things.
I’ve got tons and tons of crap that I don’t really want to do on my plate today. Mostly cause I hate cleaning. And le Child has been on this ‘tude tear recently. I grok why. But occasionally it makes interaction with her harder than necessary.
At any rate — trying to get the house put together so we can go ahead and get it listed and on the “show” route. School starts in a week and change. Trying to get daycare squared away for her ‘Tudeness so that I *can* actually attend classes.
Whew….too much to do. Gonna finish the coffee and head out to the wonderful world of bleach and trash bags
Lo, there do I see the call queue
Lo, there do I see the whiners, the bitchers and the terminally stupid
Lo, there do see the line leading back to Bill Gates
Lo, they do call to me
They bid me to fix their fucking problems
Because they did not read the manual
*tm, mine! pat pending
This is a rant a Marvel character (Sophie) went off on.
I just like the poetry of an ex-stripper telling of a room full of (mostly) men.
Sophie stands and addresses the group around the meeting table.
“My understanding was that Marcus turned it over to Earl, who more or less turned it down to go and join FF. The rest us drifted apart. Some joined KSO while others remained free agents. As KSO members we came under the leadership of Elliot (say it with me now…. Ellll-iiiii-otttttt ). During the raid of the Bad Guy’s Compound of Doom (tm, pat pending) we saved the world, saved some mutants, got to be heroes and caused great mounds of collateral damage. We were in DC to get our reeee-ward when some nutter(s) crashed. As I may remind you – one of those Evildoers had the nasty ability to TAKE OVER MY BODY SLASH MIND AND CAUSE ALL SORTS OF MAYHEM! I got rescued but wound up with a killer of a headache.
Then the proverbial caca hit the rotating blades.
I, personally, believe the *muffled word* bad guys who took over me are the same ones who are currently slinging the mud. KSO is having to go underground. It is our duty — to humans and mutants alike — to track these guys down and whomp them into the ground until they squeal like pigs. Unless I am much mistaken?
*checks the shocked faces of the group*
So now Earl’s been asked back to keep an eye on things – with Elliot to watch over him. He has agreed and I have no problem doing as he says. Unless we have time to sit around here and argue whether who’s in charge or not?
Then I suggest we get our collective asses in gear, stop our nitpicking on who the Head Cheese is and get to strategizing on where we can find the Nasty Skull-fuckers.
(pant, pant, pant)
*looks at Earl and Elliot*
That about cover it?”
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