"Into the Night" by Benny Mardones. So much cringe.

There's just something about your boss suddenly sending a message across the entire pod bellowing "OH NO There are boobs on my screen ABORT"

As you can see, I was left unsupervised while working on a grocery list with Lady Gaga playing in the background. This is what happens. The Dragon-Husband now has regrets as he has to put up with me singing this at him randomly.

But given everything else that's gone on the last couple years, I can't help but wonder if this body is covered by lemon laws. I want my money back. 3/3

After all I've said about not liking people jumping line, I'm not gonna do it. I'm not more important than the patients I've scheduled and who've been waiting. Also, not gonna panic when it's still at the "Hey, there's a thing. Come in for more pictures!" stage. 2/3

Hell, I had a babysitter when I was very little whose name I couldn't say, so she became "Auntie" and when I was older, couldn't remember how we arrived at that and just thought we were related for a large chunk of my childhood. I still think of her as Auntie.

I use finerworks.com for POD for my photography and art prints. I haven't tried their poster prints, just the fine art and photo prints, but since those have been really great qualify, very good price point, and quality printing, I can't imagine the posters would not also be very well done.

I mostly prefer the older sci-fi. There are some very few exceptions to this, such as your work. But mostly, I love the older works far more than modern sci-fi.

Huh. I never thought of it that way, but I guess that would make me an outlier. I got into sci-fi somewhere around age 7 or 8 by reading my mom's copies of The Hugo Winners volumes 1-4. Instead of leaving and not coming back, I was hooked. Until this moment, that's how it worked for everyone.

I live for the DND night posts! I have ever since they were on Livejournal. I kept my favorites bookmarked to show people and used to strive to be the kind of player, like Rooster the Paladin, that made others ask "What kind of school did you go to?!?" when I played.

That sure as hell looks like my mom did after her stroke. Opposite side, but still.

All of mine in the last 30 years except for one were taken in off the streets. The one exceptions was a friend's cat that would have wound up on the streets if not for me taking him until she had a stable home again. And I'd do it again. They deserve homes and love.

The dolls didn't bother me nearly as much as some of the wallpaper and flooring choices. My eyes are bleeding.

Originally Californian, had a babysitter who was from Rhode Island and would correct me my pronunciation. I've lived in many places, including Oklahoma, New Jersey, Michigan, and Mexico. Now I get told I have an accent everywhere I go, and I love the look they get when I say, "Yes, most of them."

I am, possibly unfortunately, an artist. After posting this, it created itself in my head. All I can say is that I am in an abusive relationship with my own brain. lol