See y'all sometime on Monday.
I'm looking to up my cardio so I've switched from the elliptical to the treadmill. Problem: my fucking ear buds do not stay in my fucking ears. They are the little rubbery ones, but the ones with the foam don't work any better. I have tried various sizes of the rubber attachments and no success.
As one tends to do, I stopped at CVS on my way home from the gym for wine just now. Nominal excuse: I was out of hair ties. Compelling excuse: I was out of wine. LOOK WHAT I FOUND LURKING IN THE WINE AISLE.
Presented without comment.
You know how it is when you leave a dry little comment on an MP post and then wander off to io9 and get lost in a True Blood recap? Then your browser refreshes and you see a notification. And someone has gone all crazypants on you and you are just WHUT? That's me just now. I've screencapped it for your reading…
UPDATE: Second interview went excellently; they liked me and offered me the position I wanted at the location I wanted. I am a happy, happy Groupthinker right now. I have class this evening til 9, but after that I plan to be a happy, happy Groupdrinker. Sometime tomorrow I will crowdsource ideas for what to…
It's tomorrow morning! I'm so excited. Of course it utilizes exactly none of my degrees and is totally not what I pictured doing with my life but the compensation is incredibly lucrative and the hours are great. The second interview means hey we really want you so we want to make sure that you and this location are a…
About this time last year I wrote an angry screed about how Al Jazeera America was going to ruin my ability to watch regular Doha Al Jazeera and how AJAM would serve no useful purpose while depriving me of my most valued news source. AJAM, I was wrong. I'm sorry.
Today was shitty and befrazzling and stressful. Part of that stress was from driving all around town this afternoon under a serious time crunch to get to a bank branch that was fucking open after 4pm. Fuck you, Google, and the LIES you tell me about when a lobby is open. You say "Open til 18:00," but the door on…
Yesterday we talked about shit that grosses us out. Time for happier thoughts. What are your tactile or other sensory fetishes?
Already reported it, but just a heads up here for any unwary apiophiles.
Dear fellow Gabaldon fans,
Beloved Groupthinkers, here is my grim-dark, kink-friendly, vamped-out mixtape WIP. To the tune of this music, I have done a lot of drugs, played a lot of LARP characters, had a lot of kinky sex, consorted with persons of dubious, questionable, and sterling character, and generally made good use of the time this…
Sent to me by my cousin with this text: I'm pretty sure this was me many nights in college trying to climb in my bunk bed at the [redacted] house. I feel this squirrel's pain.
Because I am going fishing. Offshore. In a boat. For two and a half days. With four men (family/family friends). And I just started my period. And it's a gusher.
Watch the video of the rescue below. Bask in the humanity of people who chose to execute this rescue operation instead of just shooting the poor beast. Don't bask for too long, though. It's a shitty, shitty world and we are a shitty, shitty species. But I'm happy for this big cat. Stay out of villages, kitteh!
Step 1- Get in vehicle to drive to grandparents' house for delicious dinner gathering.
I just watched her interview on The Daily Show (which was really excellent! He was funny, she was smart) and now I'm considering reading her memoir. Can anyone affirm that it's worth reading, and maybe say what you got out of it?
What is the process for getting hired somewhere through one? I need details, please.
And I want to talk about it.