Jecca: hasn't been putting much actual content up lately. (Spider poem doesn't count.)
Adipose creatures: far, far cuter than the name implies they ought to be.
Yotsuba&!: ADORABLE. Also, haha, my mother read it and then called me from her job to squee about it. My mother is awesome.
Chocobo: ill. I KNOW IT ISN'T MY FAULT BUT I FEEL AWFUL ABOUT IT.
Tomorrow: brother's birthday. No present. Have decided I will give him forgiveness for making fun of my sick chocobo.
Also tomorrow: father's birthday. Also no present. Going out with him Tuesday night.
(ALSO tomorrow: uncle's birthday, on mother's side. Popular day for being born in my family, apparently.)
A Prairie Home Companion (the film): much better than I'd thought it might be. I like the radio show a lot (going with parents to see it again this summer when they come to the Champlain Valley fairgrounds. This one will be broadcast. We could do a shoutout to people who aren't there! Cool), but wasn't sure how a movie titled the same would work. Surprisingly well, apparently.
Clothing: work's given us new uniforms. A bright red polo shirt (great. So wear nothing under it and be comfortable but turn to ice in the freezer or have all of my shirts dyed red) and dark brown aprons to wear over them. IT IS SO UGLY. I weep. Also, the brown is going to show the flour and batter stains a heck of a lot more than the old ones did. Ew. Filthy-looking aprons.
EIGHTEEN DAYS FROM NOW: BOTCON.
"American Top Gear": NOT OPTIMISTIC. I've said it before, and I won't stop until I am given any reason to believe otherwise.
Adipose creatures: far, far cuter than the name implies they ought to be.
Yotsuba&!: ADORABLE. Also, haha, my mother read it and then called me from her job to squee about it. My mother is awesome.
Chocobo: ill. I KNOW IT ISN'T MY FAULT BUT I FEEL AWFUL ABOUT IT.
Tomorrow: brother's birthday. No present. Have decided I will give him forgiveness for making fun of my sick chocobo.
Also tomorrow: father's birthday. Also no present. Going out with him Tuesday night.
(ALSO tomorrow: uncle's birthday, on mother's side. Popular day for being born in my family, apparently.)
A Prairie Home Companion (the film): much better than I'd thought it might be. I like the radio show a lot (going with parents to see it again this summer when they come to the Champlain Valley fairgrounds. This one will be broadcast. We could do a shoutout to people who aren't there! Cool), but wasn't sure how a movie titled the same would work. Surprisingly well, apparently.
Clothing: work's given us new uniforms. A bright red polo shirt (great. So wear nothing under it and be comfortable but turn to ice in the freezer or have all of my shirts dyed red) and dark brown aprons to wear over them. IT IS SO UGLY. I weep. Also, the brown is going to show the flour and batter stains a heck of a lot more than the old ones did. Ew. Filthy-looking aprons.
EIGHTEEN DAYS FROM NOW: BOTCON.
"American Top Gear": NOT OPTIMISTIC. I've said it before, and I won't stop until I am given any reason to believe otherwise.