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clevermanka) wrote2004-11-02 08:27 am
clevermanka) wrote2004-11-02 08:27 am
A vote, a loss, and a bird
Huh.
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Faire Slut
You don't play a whore at faire, you're just a slut in real life. It's commonly said in the break areas that the difference between you and the Tower of London is that not everyone has been in the Tower of London. Overall though, you don't care how others view you, it occurred to you long ago that faire is the perfect place to pick up people, even three a night! You're just a really giving person, and what better thing to give than sex?!!! Sure there is that chance of STD's, but they're really making some amazing topical creams now days, so why not live life happily?
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thedarkbear, sweetie, honey, you've obviously made a mistake here. If both Red and I got this, I think you need to change that first line of the description to "You don't just play a whore at faire..."
I made it to my polling location at 6:50 this morning and was confronted by a surprisingly long line. It's amazing how a little fear can really motivate people. Kansas polls don't open until 7:00, so we got to huddle around in righteous solidarity and ponder the benefits of voting absentee next year.
I unpacked a few more boxes and came to the awful realization that in the last minute packing Friday night and moving Saturday morning, I lost my alarm clock and my daily planner. Bad news. The alarm clock issue is easily solved. But you all who know the limits of my memory understand the terrifying loss of the calendar. So let me say: If I had something planned with you in the next two months that we scheduled before October 29, e-mail me now so I can put it on my calendar at work. Otherwise, the chances of me remembering are slim to none. Well, no. Just none, really.
A bit of excitement this morning: a grad student informed me that there was a bird in the department's lounge room. A dead bird? No, a live bird, throwing itself against the windows. I told her to close the lounge door immediately and I'd take care of it. After finding some napkins (just in case), I opened the lounge door. There was a beautifully speckled (and surprisinly large) bird, flapping violently around the breakroom. He was throwing himself against the two windows (it's a corner office), not slowing down, just bouncing between the two. When I came into the room, of course he panicked and started flying even faster (and harder) into the windows. I stood with my back against the door and cooed at him. Hush, hush. Be still. After a moment, he stopped and perched on the sill of one window, eyeing me with one eye, as birds do. With as little movement as possible, I crossed the room to the other window and opened it. He cocked his head at me, looked at the window, back at me, then flew out the open window. It was pretty cool.
Take the quiz: "What Annoying KCRF Character Are You?"
Faire Slut
You don't play a whore at faire, you're just a slut in real life. It's commonly said in the break areas that the difference between you and the Tower of London is that not everyone has been in the Tower of London. Overall though, you don't care how others view you, it occurred to you long ago that faire is the perfect place to pick up people, even three a night! You're just a really giving person, and what better thing to give than sex?!!! Sure there is that chance of STD's, but they're really making some amazing topical creams now days, so why not live life happily?
thedarkbear, sweetie, honey, you've obviously made a mistake here. If both Red and I got this, I think you need to change that first line of the description to "You don't just play a whore at faire..."I made it to my polling location at 6:50 this morning and was confronted by a surprisingly long line. It's amazing how a little fear can really motivate people. Kansas polls don't open until 7:00, so we got to huddle around in righteous solidarity and ponder the benefits of voting absentee next year.
I unpacked a few more boxes and came to the awful realization that in the last minute packing Friday night and moving Saturday morning, I lost my alarm clock and my daily planner. Bad news. The alarm clock issue is easily solved. But you all who know the limits of my memory understand the terrifying loss of the calendar. So let me say: If I had something planned with you in the next two months that we scheduled before October 29, e-mail me now so I can put it on my calendar at work. Otherwise, the chances of me remembering are slim to none. Well, no. Just none, really.
A bit of excitement this morning: a grad student informed me that there was a bird in the department's lounge room. A dead bird? No, a live bird, throwing itself against the windows. I told her to close the lounge door immediately and I'd take care of it. After finding some napkins (just in case), I opened the lounge door. There was a beautifully speckled (and surprisinly large) bird, flapping violently around the breakroom. He was throwing himself against the two windows (it's a corner office), not slowing down, just bouncing between the two. When I came into the room, of course he panicked and started flying even faster (and harder) into the windows. I stood with my back against the door and cooed at him. Hush, hush. Be still. After a moment, he stopped and perched on the sill of one window, eyeing me with one eye, as birds do. With as little movement as possible, I crossed the room to the other window and opened it. He cocked his head at me, looked at the window, back at me, then flew out the open window. It was pretty cool.