That's a three year overlap.
We are the Overlapped.
We are the Dispossessed.
Or something appropriately Ginsburg-esque.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
That's a three year overlap.
We are the Overlapped.
We are the Dispossessed.
Or something appropriately Ginsburg-esque.
I think that ESPN isn't covering Wimbledon at all tomorrow
Then I guess I'll be watching NBC all day tomorrow? Better check the listings when I get home...
I made a Flickr tag. Let me show you it.
I have a headache from trying to talk to credit bureau people and credit card company people. Not an ita-style headache, of course, just a kind-of-ruined-my-awesome-Summer-Friday-afternoon headache. So fucking aggravating.
I made a Flickr tag. Let me show you it.
Awesome!
I second sarameg's sentiment.
And now I head outside to smoke lest I cut a bitch.
I third it.
Wimbledon: What Bartoli said after the match:
"I didn't start well. It was so stressful being on Centre Court for the first time. But then I saw Pierce Brosnan in the crowd and he's one of my favourite actors so I just tried to play a little better.
And then apparently, she asked him to come back for the final to give he luck. (Or something.)
Hee.
So I couldn't find the book right away (Boo, B&N!). I went to the information desk and asked for it. Hearing the title brought over the other woman working the desk. "Vampires? I heard vampires!"
"It's the true story of one woman's adventure in internet fandom," I say, mangling the hated subtitle.
Then they looked it up, squeed over the cover (and turned the monitor so I could see too).
When I went to buy it the guy behind the register looked down and said "Cool!"
So there you have it. Three interactions with B&N staff, three positive reactions.
I'm struggling so hard to keep from crying at my desk. I have that horrible lump in my throat.
I can't focus, and I've read two people's experiences purchasing the book on my flist this afternoon.
This is so ridic. It's taking me hours to complete a task that would normally take me an hour at most.
All the emotions I probably should have been feeling for awhile suddenly crept up behind me and bashed my brain in.
It's all been good so far though, right?