Sweat and tears
Hey, if you don’t like my rigorous posting schedule, perhaps you should get your own blog.
It’s late, but she’s at the beach anyway, so she’ll never know it - congratulations to The Brat on surviving her Catholic school education, and joining the ranks of the few, the proud, the high school graduates. Well, actually, I should congratulate her on the sucessful bamboozlement of people in charge of enrollment at George Washington University, who seem to have accepted her despite the large scale letter writing campaign MCG and I had going to get her enrolled at a more appropriate school of higher learning. Hey, at least they won’t teach her to be a Communist there - although I’m willing to bet she doesn’t need a school to teach her that.
And yes, as Teh 1!!1 mentioned in the oft-perused comments section, we had ourselves a lovely partial power outage in the residence Monday night. But we got it all sorted out - eventually. At least the food in the fridge didn’t spoil, anyway.
Random linky goodness follows.
- A series of photo essays on modern ruins.
- For those of you who hate music and silence, some ambient sounds for your day.
- Run for your lives! The cicadas are here!!! AIIEEEEEEE!!
- Woman, where’s my SUPER SUIT?!?!
The One wrote:
You could replace every instance of the word “Cicada” with “Bugs” like from Starship Troopers, and it would still be appropriate! And I’m sorry but your super suit is at the cleaners, honey.
Posted on 19-May-04 at 4:54 pm | Permalink