I adoooored it as a child. It was a huge treat when I was allowed to get one.

Yeah, when my father and I would walk to get a pizza on a Friday night, I would get a cream soda, and it was always awesome.

I LOVE reading fictional imaginings of first contact, be it human, aliens or what have you and it's so cool to see how some actual interactions went down.

Did you hear the TAL rerun the other week? [link]

Yeah, when my father and I would walk to get a pizza on a Friday night, I would get a cream soda, and it was always awesome.

Soda was a pizza thing with us too. That and birthday parties were the only times we had it in the house. The second best thing about birthday parties was that for a couple of days afterwards we could drink the leftover soda.

Oh, and field trips. Mom would put a frozen can of soda in our lunch bag.

Did you hear the TAL rerun the other week?

Ooh, no I didn't, Jesse! I'll totally be listening to that as I finish up my cleaning!

It's... mostly not about people discovering new cultures in the way you were talking about.

I don't care! I like the different POV's and ideas.

And I'm tired of my cleaning playlist, and if I sit down to make a new one, no actual cleaning will get done!

And I'm tired of my cleaning playlist

I have a cleaning playlist too! I should use it.

Mine is full of slightly embarrassing ass-shakers like "Smack That!" and Kesha. But "Brass Monkey" is on its third rotation of the day, and I still have dusting and some sweeping to do.

But clean house AND education! Win!

Hey, has anyone ever heard of a book called something like "How to say what things look like"? I've tried different combinations of the words on Worldcat and Amazon and Google (which brings up some possibly NSFW things, by the way) but not had any luck, and that's all the attorney can remember.

Also, why doesn't Firefox like the word combinations?

Timelies all!

So I colored my hair this weekend. Nothing fancy, just one of the short-term ones from the drugstore.(Clairol Natural Instincts in Egyptian Plum) So far the only person who has noticed is one of the delivery guys from work. He's been a bit more...friendly than I'm comfortable with(complimenting my outfits/earrings, telling how glad he is to see me, etc.) so I guess him noticing this yesterday is not too surprising.

Then he called my work number this morning to tell me how much he likes my hair. Hopefully my hesitant, non-commital replies clued him in on how creeped out I was.

Ugh.

I hate having an anxious supervisor. Everything is so fraught with drama to him, and he always acts like he's afraid of catastrophe. So I get projects from him, and he's all anxious, and I think it's simple but start wondering if there's some hidden horror going on.

If he has a heart attack before he turns 40, I won't be surprised.

I often get twitted for not seeming concerned enough about my work, but my customer satisfaction scores, from the customers themselves, are always very high. Supervisors don't appreciate hearing that, though.