[lunch]

Lunch with former co-worker (who has outed himself ;) was nifty, although a bit brief considering it's been about 2.5 years since I saw him last.

Was odd recognizing him, since I wasn't sure I would. Was odder still having a moment of 'oh, right, I know this person!' during the meal.

And apparently my bumper stickers identify my car to people, even if they have never seen the car before. This entertains me greatly. :)

Much amusing conversation. *nod* Was good.

[lunch]

Lunch with former co-worker (who has outed himself ;) was nifty, although a bit brief considering it's been about 2.5 years since I saw him last.

Was odd recognizing him, since I wasn't sure I would. Was odder still having a moment of 'oh, right, I know this person!' during the meal.

And apparently my bumper stickers identify my car to people, even if they have never seen the car before. This entertains me greatly. :)

Much amusing conversation. *nod* Was good.

[link]

beowabbit pointed out a story posted by hrafn about CBS and NBC refusing to run ad because they think it's too tolerant.

I actually really like the ad, too...

[link]

beowabbit pointed out a story posted by hrafn about CBS and NBC refusing to run ad because they think it's too tolerant.

I actually really like the ad, too...

[link] Relating to the previous post

moominmolly has given lots of information on who to contact about the aforementioned welcoming ad not being run.

[link] Relating to the previous post

moominmolly has given lots of information on who to contact about the aforementioned welcoming ad not being run.

[words, link] Lesbian Sheep Syndrome!

I believe I've mentioned Lesbian Sheep Syndrome on here before, and it probably ought to fall into the category of weird terms I use that people get confused by.

I'm here to share an amusing poem I found while searching for a quick and easy definition. :)

[words, link] Lesbian Sheep Syndrome!

I believe I've mentioned Lesbian Sheep Syndrome on here before, and it probably ought to fall into the category of weird terms I use that people get confused by.

I'm here to share an amusing poem I found while searching for a quick and easy definition. :)

[joy] I am _so_ charmed!

So, I'd been avoiding replying to the 'comment and I'll tell you why I think you're nifty' things, mainly because I won't do it myself, because my friends list is too big and I'm not sure I know all of you well enough. But! I was sufficiently curious about what carocrow would say that I commented anyway. (probably so curious because of a combination of not being someone I know in-person, and for nifty journal reasons)

The reply charms me so much that I share (after asking, since it was a locked post). :)

"wispfox, you are a true sensitive, a lute string for the universe. I can sense your ability to alter your environment as well as change colors with it, like a little gecko. You are small and swift and lovely, like a hummingbird. I am glad that we are on the same planet."

I AM A GECKO!

(geckogeckogeckogecko...)

I'm not entirely sure why being a gecko pleases me more than the hummingbird, since, well, hummingbird! But it does. Not to say that the hummingbird should feel left out or anything, 'cause hummingbirds are fascinating and colorful. :)

I get to be music and a gecko and a hummingbird! *gleeee*

*intensely pleased*

[joy] I am _so_ charmed!

So, I'd been avoiding replying to the 'comment and I'll tell you why I think you're nifty' things, mainly because I won't do it myself, because my friends list is too big and I'm not sure I know all of you well enough. But! I was sufficiently curious about what carocrow would say that I commented anyway. (probably so curious because of a combination of not being someone I know in-person, and for nifty journal reasons)

The reply charms me so much that I share (after asking, since it was a locked post). :)

"wispfox, you are a true sensitive, a lute string for the universe. I can sense your ability to alter your environment as well as change colors with it, like a little gecko. You are small and swift and lovely, like a hummingbird. I am glad that we are on the same planet."

I AM A GECKO!

(geckogeckogeckogecko...)

I'm not entirely sure why being a gecko pleases me more than the hummingbird, since, well, hummingbird! But it does. Not to say that the hummingbird should feel left out or anything, 'cause hummingbirds are fascinating and colorful. :)

I get to be music and a gecko and a hummingbird! *gleeee*

*intensely pleased*

[links, funny] Hitherby Dragons stories

I blame regyt. In a good way.

The ancient Greeks didn't say, "zzzz" when they dozed. They said, "Omega, omega, omega, omega, omega." This is true of every culture that doesn't use the Roman alphabet---they don't use z. They use the last letter they actually have! In addition, they don't count sheep when going to sleep. They count local animals.

Also, werewaffles!

Help! I die! And then the gingerbread angel practically leaped into my stomach to convey the message of revelation between the gingerbread archangels and the hierarch

"You are a phoenix," notes the seventh habit of highly effective people. "No sex for you."

"It just seemed logical to me," Mr. Whitfield says, "that language controls the human capacity for thought. I knew it was an unpopular version of the Sapir-Whorf Hypothesis. I knew it would ruin my life. But I thought that exploring its implications might be good for a lark. And then I was hooked."

[links, funny] Hitherby Dragons stories

I blame regyt. In a good way.

The ancient Greeks didn't say, "zzzz" when they dozed. They said, "Omega, omega, omega, omega, omega." This is true of every culture that doesn't use the Roman alphabet---they don't use z. They use the last letter they actually have! In addition, they don't count sheep when going to sleep. They count local animals.

Also, werewaffles!

Help! I die! And then the gingerbread angel practically leaped into my stomach to convey the message of revelation between the gingerbread archangels and the hierarch

"You are a phoenix," notes the seventh habit of highly effective people. "No sex for you."

"It just seemed logical to me," Mr. Whitfield says, "that language controls the human capacity for thought. I knew it was an unpopular version of the Sapir-Whorf Hypothesis. I knew it would ruin my life. But I thought that exploring its implications might be good for a lark. And then I was hooked."