Not that they die, but that they die like sheep

Jury duty, Monday morning, 8 sharp.

Miss A. Lunatic will be there, looking sharp, perhaps without sufficient sleep, but with sufficient snark.



Subject credits: Vachel Lindsay – The Leaden Eyed

Snark Alert: Debates, translated.

Via othercat, the debates, translated from English to Snark. http://www.livejournal.com/users/freedomfry/102935.html

Michigan Absentee Voters

http://www.livejournal.com/community/2004_elections/306938.html

This ... is bad.

This is bullshit.

This is disgusting.

This is the places to punch to select the president so very misaligned that Georgie's arrow is pointing at Johnny's name.

Where does the time go?

Got to talk to an ill and grouchy Darkside. Surprisingly enough, ill and grouchy Darksides still want to talk to me. I really tried to keep my summary of the week as short as I could, but we still wound up talking for at least fifteen minutes.

His game went well.

W00t. Computerage.

Verily, I have purchased for myself a new thingamabobber, less shiny than the one I was looking at, but still very serviceable, and with all the important bits. And yes, FatherSir, with Norton.