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Dear Buddha, please bring me a pony and a plastic rocket...
Friday, 13 March 2009 09:10 amFriday randomness is random, apparently. A Christmas pudding and a piece of holly to anyone who can find the connections between these items, I certainly can't.
The internet connection on this benighted campus has been going through wild mood swings lately; part of it has been Ickle Firsties grappling with Groupwise and accidentally setting up autoforward loops, mailbombs to the entire student body and other inane bandwidth-choking digressions. Dear little gazelles, all wild-eyed and apt to dash off herbivorously in unlikely directions. They do make it difficult for me to restrain my misanthropic impulse to club them to death in quivering herds.
My French visa should be ready on Tuesday. The consulate people were very sweet and are ridiculously efficient. Also, it's an ill wind. In the course of hunting desperately behind my desk for the attestation d'accueil, I turned up the remains of the box of bittergingers![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
librsa gave me months ago, which had fallen down there somewhere in the course of my highly self-controlled rationing of the box to make it last longer. Yum.
Friday linkery! because I can. I call on all witterers to support the utterly worthwhile cause of voting for the name of the next NASA space station module. Naturally you will vote to name it Serenity. It actually fits beautifully with the other node names, but more importantly is causing Browncoats the world over to carol "Shiny!" in tones of glee.
The internet connection on this benighted campus has been going through wild mood swings lately; part of it has been Ickle Firsties grappling with Groupwise and accidentally setting up autoforward loops, mailbombs to the entire student body and other inane bandwidth-choking digressions. Dear little gazelles, all wild-eyed and apt to dash off herbivorously in unlikely directions. They do make it difficult for me to restrain my misanthropic impulse to club them to death in quivering herds.
My French visa should be ready on Tuesday. The consulate people were very sweet and are ridiculously efficient. Also, it's an ill wind. In the course of hunting desperately behind my desk for the attestation d'accueil, I turned up the remains of the box of bittergingers
librsa gave me months ago, which had fallen down there somewhere in the course of my highly self-controlled rationing of the box to make it last longer. Yum.Friday linkery! because I can. I call on all witterers to support the utterly worthwhile cause of voting for the name of the next NASA space station module. Naturally you will vote to name it Serenity. It actually fits beautifully with the other node names, but more importantly is causing Browncoats the world over to carol "Shiny!" in tones of glee.
