December 1st, 2005

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While looking for more campaign poster material I happened across this little bit of vintage WTF... It looks almost like a WWII anti-VD or anti-spy poster, but then again, the wording sounds faked. Either way, WTF?!?!?!?!!?

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I woke up this morning with clogged (not running, very definately clogged) sinus and a sore throat.

I had one of those sure signs that, when it comes to blowing my nose, I'm out of practice. You go for a big blow, the pressure builds, and you let rip a mondo fart. Wrong end, damn it! :-P
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Grrr... Last night all the new reports were saying 'Up to 6" of snow! OMG! Get chains! We're all going to die!" Today, all we get is really freakin' cold rain. I feel totally jipped. I was looking forward to 4x4ing through the snow. The bastards got my hopes up. :-P
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The stars have aligned, the gods have smiled, and my lucky rabbits foot is extra soft and furry.

I managed to get train tickets to AND from Seattle, so I will be there for Rian's b-day!!!!

Hopefully I get in town in time to see Louis too.
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From the always awe inspiring nobodobodon:





You're Prufrock and Other Observations!

by T.S. Eliot

Though you are very short and often overshadowed, your voice is poetic
and lyrical. Dark and brooding, you see the world as a hopeless effort of people trying
to impress other people. Though you make reference to almost everything, you've really
heard enough about Michelangelo. You measure out your life with coffee spoons.



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