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Near the end of the Comments string attached to John Scalzi's Excellent SFWA Rant is the news that Elizabeth Moon is running for SFWA Veep.
Damn.
That's something to consider reupping for.
Damn.
That's something to consider reupping for.
Feb. 18th, 2008
"Everything's good...everything's groovy...it's a great daaaay..."
I like that song. It's featured in a Comcast ad in which an office undergoes a meltdown when one guy crabs off at a co-worker because of his slow internet and the goodwill just spreads. The shot where one guy?girl? jumps on a bald coworker and colors his pate with a marker is, well, funny. At least it is to me, on a Monday evening.
Freezing cold and windy. Basement puddles just about gone. I think we're down to evaporation, with no new seepage.
Began my workday by donating blood. At first, they wanted to hook me to the machine that filters the red blood cells from 2 units worth and gives back your plasma, but my hematocrit wasn't high enough. So the vamps had to content themselves with one pint of regular.
Still insufferably pleased with self over the fact that the wireless now works. Surfing from the living room, wow. It's only been a day and a half, and I wonder how I got along without it.
Tonight, a little more tax stuff. If I whittle away a little every evening, I should be able to ship every off next Monday. Then I can start girding for 70 Days of Sweat.
I like that song. It's featured in a Comcast ad in which an office undergoes a meltdown when one guy crabs off at a co-worker because of his slow internet and the goodwill just spreads. The shot where one guy?girl? jumps on a bald coworker and colors his pate with a marker is, well, funny. At least it is to me, on a Monday evening.
Freezing cold and windy. Basement puddles just about gone. I think we're down to evaporation, with no new seepage.
Began my workday by donating blood. At first, they wanted to hook me to the machine that filters the red blood cells from 2 units worth and gives back your plasma, but my hematocrit wasn't high enough. So the vamps had to content themselves with one pint of regular.
Still insufferably pleased with self over the fact that the wireless now works. Surfing from the living room, wow. It's only been a day and a half, and I wonder how I got along without it.
Tonight, a little more tax stuff. If I whittle away a little every evening, I should be able to ship every off next Monday. Then I can start girding for 70 Days of Sweat.
"Everything's good...everything's groovy...it's a great daaaay..."
I like that song. It's featured in a Comcast ad in which an office undergoes a meltdown when one guy crabs off at a co-worker because of his slow internet and the goodwill just spreads. The shot where one guy?girl? jumps on a bald coworker and colors his pate with a marker is, well, funny. At least it is to me, on a Monday evening.
Freezing cold and windy. Basement puddles just about gone. I think we're down to evaporation, with no new seepage.
Began my workday by donating blood. At first, they wanted to hook me to the machine that filters the red blood cells from 2 units worth and gives back your plasma, but my hematocrit wasn't high enough. So the vamps had to content themselves with one pint of regular.
Still insufferably pleased with self over the fact that the wireless now works. Surfing from the living room, wow. It's only been a day and a half, and I wonder how I got along without it.
Tonight, a little more tax stuff. If I whittle away a little every evening, I should be able to ship every off next Monday. Then I can start girding for 70 Days of Sweat.
I like that song. It's featured in a Comcast ad in which an office undergoes a meltdown when one guy crabs off at a co-worker because of his slow internet and the goodwill just spreads. The shot where one guy?girl? jumps on a bald coworker and colors his pate with a marker is, well, funny. At least it is to me, on a Monday evening.
Freezing cold and windy. Basement puddles just about gone. I think we're down to evaporation, with no new seepage.
Began my workday by donating blood. At first, they wanted to hook me to the machine that filters the red blood cells from 2 units worth and gives back your plasma, but my hematocrit wasn't high enough. So the vamps had to content themselves with one pint of regular.
Still insufferably pleased with self over the fact that the wireless now works. Surfing from the living room, wow. It's only been a day and a half, and I wonder how I got along without it.
Tonight, a little more tax stuff. If I whittle away a little every evening, I should be able to ship every off next Monday. Then I can start girding for 70 Days of Sweat.