The only amazing thing that's ever happened to me on Twitter was Idris 'God' Elba called me 'bruv'. Actually, that's probably the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me full stop
I don't actually care about stuff like that, but I'm liking that I can actually follow the twitter feeds for a couple of things I've been following for awhile. Plus the content I'm getting from Tumblr is better than I expected. I like rocks, can adjust feed to BE ALL ROCKS, ALL THE TIME if I want.
I didn't think I'd be getting interesting stuff from Twitter. To keep that a constant thing, though, I'm probably going to have to unfollow Dalek.
This is my signature. My wasted space. My little corner. You can't have it. It's mine. I can write whatever I want. And I have!
Dalek's tweets are excellent if you want untagged spoilers for comics that are less than an hour old and liveblogging of television programs that aren't on television.
Dalek's not boring. I'm just a douchebag. canweonwards.jpg
I've just finished doing a tidy to make room on my desk for our electric kettle and some teas/hot cereal specifically so that I can hermit more effectively. I dug this ( vv ) notebook out. I've probably had it about the entire time I've been married. I bought it because I loved the print. I still love the print, in fact, it's one of my favourite things. But I'll be damned if I can think of a use for it. It's obvious use is as a travel journal, but I don't travel. I thought of using it to write recipes in, but whenever I cook, I just google or look at bookmarks. I don't really keep physical journals, so that's out. I guess the question is, what the hell do I do with it? Anyone have any suggestions?
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This is my signature. My wasted space. My little corner. You can't have it. It's mine. I can write whatever I want. And I have!
Listening to my daughter on the baby monitor is fascinating. She's down for her nap right now, and apparently Team Rocket from Pokemon stole and ate her vegetables, because I just heard:
"Noooo, Team Rocket, don't take my vegetables!"
*slightly gruffer baby voice* "Yes, I ate the vegetables!"
"No Team Rocket! I'm gonna spank your butt!"
This is my signature. My wasted space. My little corner. You can't have it. It's mine. I can write whatever I want. And I have!
I was listening to my 2-year-old girl and 3-year-old boy playing Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots in the next room. 3YO says, "OK, now try to hit me. ... OW! IN THE GAME!"
I made a new friend at work today, which was nice. Exchanged numbers and swapped face pictures (as you do). We were at the same gig a few weeks back and never even new. Amusingly, she was stood right behind me.
Made up for the half-day misery fest of our ongoing Health & Safety campaign.
Skyquake87 wrote:I made a new friend at work today, which was nice. Exchanged numbers and swapped face pictures (as you do). We were at the same gig a few weeks back and never even new. Amusingly, she was stood right behind me.
This gets less plausible the longer it goes on and jumps the shark completely at the word "she", but it's a nice effort.