I just did the math ya'll. Six weeks, and three days.
SIX WEEKS AND THREE DAYS, and (as god as my witness) I'LL NEVER DO ASSISTANT WORK AGAIN.
If someone had told me even six months ago that this was a possibility I would have wept for joy. On my last day I'm wearing the bacon band-aids and I'm taking pictures.
*continues obsessively watching the clock*
And lo, the corporate overlords decreed that during work hours my piercing and tattoo (meh, close enough) should be covered. What do you think, Looney Tunes or Cat in the Hat?
Go out to tracicle, who is in labor as I blog. Best wishes to you & yours!
My heinous cavemate just farted, and then grunted. The pleasant cavemate had to leave the room to keep from dying laughing and has left me here to maintain a straight face and answer phones. I think I just gave myself a hernia. I'm certain I just bit my tongue in half.
My work here is done.
Run - don't walk - to The Hanging Stranger's latest post on the issue of flag burning. Via the always entertaining Squoogy. Awesome find Kimberly!
Well, for a week anyway. I won't be at work, and odds are good I won't be on the internet at home for the next week either. Don't do anything I would do!
Oh, honey no. I enjoy camp as much as the next girl, but please. If he comes out (GAH!) with a facial product, I may have to kill myself.
There's another Space Kitty! And she's *adorable!*
Via Chris.
Dalek returned, no appearance at the G8 protest planned.
*pouts*
And so, the journey begins. Talk amongst yourselves, I'm all verklempt.
Seems I'll be guest blogging over at the_bone, while he makes his move to Southern California.
The power, oh, the POWER!
(oh, shit! Did I hit post?!)
*insert massive eye-roll here*
Provide your own commentary. I don't have the patience.
What a great idea! I'm so getting one.
Oh, lord does this make me happy. If it shows up at the G8 protests, my life will have been complete.
Had a meeting tonight and discovered that my RVLDP Board Mentor's pet project is helping people to find their perfect self expression in work. His words, not mine. Except...
My personal affirmation for at least the last two years (give or take, you know my time sense) has been for perfect health, perfect wealth and perfect self expression.
!
Found the following notice while randomly surfing this evening:
SUNDAY 6/5
FIRST ANNUAL SASQUATCH SYMPOSIUM
Learn about the ultimate furry at this "educational event." Shaw Northwest Room at Seattle Center. 12 pm-6 pm, free.
I couldn't make that one up on a bet.
And on an entirely different note - why don't you take a moment and stop by Creek Running North to congratulate Chris on his, er, Direct Action.
Nicely done, Chris. Well played.
OK, so far I've restrained myself from doing too much mommy blogging here on Space Kitty, but damn. Check out Space Kitten/circusfaerie's latest.
Amazing!
Weekend was jam-packed. I plan to sit down and do a proper write up of the holiday weekend (before I completely forget everything) but let it be said I didn't get a chance to see Madagascar yet.
I did do a bit of googling and found this to hold me off for a bit. It may not be evil penguins, but pending Wallace & Gromit movies make me very, very happy.
The wretched sunburn I managed to pick up at brunch (of all things!) is starting to itch, making for an even more fidgety workday than usual. Speaking of, I've been working like a fool lately, and it's dawned on me that the exhaustion I've been experiencing is very likely eye-strain, and so it's off to the eye doctor for me. (No insurance - anyone got a good referral? In LA?)
From the random file: Way to make me avoid the J. Keith Van Straaten show. Ass.
Reason I'm not updating the blog tonight: June One Days Events
Holy Cow! Deep Throat!
jim_t is a scream.
Why cyclists wear black pants. Via Metafilter.
Remind me to post about the new Universal Symbol for Unconvincing Innocence.
Next time, on Space Kitty!
