Yes, the cat is seeing another family and was misted there. Harlot.

Consider me to have done my 12 year old boy duty without, you know, having done it.

Oh, I consider nothing less from you, Plei.

I would contemplate an ice water bath when I get home, but first I'd have to clean my bathtub for it to be nice enough for me to consider sitting in without starting to look around and go "...y'know, the grout is looking awfully grody..." And cleaning the tub makes me hot and sweaty. So then I need a shower. And that makes the tub a little icky again...and ...well...it just never happens.

Oh, I so need several bushels of these - both to consume on days like today (still smarting from the Link Fiasco earlier), and to hurl at drivers who almost knock me down when I'm legally crossing the street less than a block from my home.

Windsparrow just said something about you finding a use for the mushy ones.

That's cuz Daniel was in the other room, and it sounded like he said SH wanted bushels of blueberries. Now, not to stereotype or anything, but you just haven't struck me as the kind of guy who is going to be doing bushels worth of canning, so when Daniel went on to read that you needed them for yourself on a day like today I thought you meant because they were cool and would taste nice and make you feel better. The mushy ones, of course, would be for the stupid, dangerous drivers. Guess I need some clueberries myself.

stunthusband jilly show is amusing.

lecture i went to last night was five parts interesting, a shot of wow!this is a small world, and a dash of oh hi old professor, nice to see you again. The migraine that i [don't say it] drove home on the highway with was not as much fun. How is it that i carry the good drugs with me all the time, except when i need them?

oh and Raq, i met your stunt double.

signed, getting an immtrex epi-pen.

Why you insisted we dispose of my much-cheaper-to-procure zombie slaves, I'll never know.

Because it was either get rid of them, or try to renegotiate for a larger discount from the Febreeze people. The zombies were STINKY.

Quick tip: Create your zombies in a desert environment. Dessicated corpses are far less stinky than damp ones.

Also, consider more cybernetic implants. More metal=less rotting meat.

I have to write one last paper for the semester. Blergh.

6 page double spaced MLA style on "whatever I want", but it has to be something I have an opinion on and feel like arguing for/against.

I mean, 6 pages (extra credit for more) is a nothing paper, I can do it in my sleep. But I'm stymied for a subject. I either no longer care about anything enough to argue for it or (more likely) am SO argumentative that I'm spoiled for choice and am suffering brain-lock. Or brain-jam. Or brain-marmalade. Possibly preserves? Anyway.

On a much cooler note, my Psych paper got 100%, a handwritten "outstanding work!" from the prof and a request from the prof to give him a copy of it to use as an example to future classes. So, you know...I got that goin' for me.

Well, yay, MM!

As for your new paper, you could always write something on how the internet community has become a viable/global substitute for the more intimate sense of community that was prevalent in the early to mid part of the twentieth century. Argument being that so many try to insist that the internet is an isolating entity when it really doesn't have to be.

Hmmm...well, better than "Cheese: Manna From Heaven or The Devil's Shitsicle" which I was toying with.

I don't know... Cheese can be quite a gas.

But I'm stymied for a subject.

I think you need only to look at your post just prior to find a subject.

(Hint: zombies.)