Went to Triple X last night. Pretty good, in a silly explosions movie sort of way. Vin Diesel’s … really … got a great voice. o.O I mean, I donno. He’s not exactly attractive, but he’s kinda cute anyway. :) Anyway, it was a fun movie. :) Uh. No brain. Should clean up the kitty crap *sigh* and then have breakfast. Yes. this is my plan.
aurora
Salat Shots.com has some truly magnificent aurora photography. This morning at about 10 after 9, the phone rang, and Emily’s friend Scott and I had an extremely weird conversation. I wasn’t awake, and the phone is right next to the fan in the room, so not only was I not awake, but I was having a hard time hearing him, and I couldn’t really remember for *sure* if Shanks was his last name anyway, and *he* didn’t know who he was calling, but kept saying, “You called me twice yesterday,”…
busy busy
Ok, so thus far today I’ve gotten up at 5:40am, picked a gallon of raspberries (Dad and Emily also each picked a gallon of raspberries; we have ALL the raspberries!), come home, eaten, walked the dog, showered, yelled at the kitten, and now I’m going to go get my eyes checked and order some new contacts and go to the library to see if I can delve into MD again. Vroom!
silly, *silly* friends
I have the very *silliest* friends: Kit . o O ( Manifest Destiny by C.E. Murphy. ehehehehehe. ahem. o.o ) Little My snerks. That’d make a good autobiography title. Garrett says “Sounds more like Manuscript Destiny to me.” Little My says “Well, if it were political writing it could be Manifesto Destiny.” Garrett says “If it were pop music it’d be Manifest Destiny’s Child.” Little My says “But if it were a Sandman pastiche it would be manifestly Destiny.” Dor . o O ( Manifest Destiny, according to Murphy: If…
oh my god, more coherently
Okay, here’s the more coherent version of oh-my-god. *laugh* So as many people know, I’ve been working insanely the last several weeks on a site launch. It launched last night at about 6pm. I was still fixing bugs. I was exhausted. And the phone rang, and somebody said, “May I speak with Catherine?” Now, look. Two sorts of people ask for me by my full name. One sort is bill collectors. I didn’t think it was a bill collector, because none of those have called in a long time. The…