There was supposed to be something about a nun...?
I forget. It was a long weekend.
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)
It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.
If I was a truly evil, nefarious, freeloading bitch, I'd take advantage of the fact that my editing teacher sent the reminder about today's class presentation/panel to the wrong person, and then email troubles meant I didn't get the resend until this afternoon.
What I learned in school today: Gertrude Stein
Who the fuck lets off fifteen minutes of fireworks at midnight on a Sunday night a block away from our building?
Pursuant to the previous post and possibly to show that he's madder than me, Anfy suggests that the striking gay lover of Ned Kelly was none other than Garibaldi. The encyclopedia says he died in 1882, but that's just homophobic propaganda, I'm sure. The Man doesn't want us to know about the Big Gay Revolutionary Love.
I get spam from "Eduardo Kelley".
Welcome to Insomnia Unlimited, increasing the quantity of your waking hours.
In the interests of advancing the sum of human knowledge, I'll share some pearls of wisdom gleaned from the uncaring cosmos in the course of today:
The story of my life (pun intended):
What I did this weekend, apart from working in the shop.
...work with our Pan Macmillan distruction network...
So, we saw that Jesus movie. I can't say we were particularly impressed.
I started giving blood because I'm O-negative - my whole family is - and that's the blood group that is always in highest demand, since it can be given to anyone. (It has to do with bodies and antibodies, immunities and other little things skittering about in your veins.)