azurelunatic | 40 tweets for 2011-7-2

In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:

Saturday, 0703: @TheDivineGoat Should be ok unless contaminated; rice is one of the safe grains. (Not celiac myself but local friend is.)
Saturday, 0708: Up at unholy hour. Stupid outdoor plumbing. Stupid midnight sun. Stupid mosquitoes.
Saturday, 1257: FatherSir approves of the underwear, but is derisive of the "sippy cup" water bottles.
Saturday, 1309: I should get FatherSir a water bottle of that sort just to spite him.
Saturday, 1318: Tay flew out this morning. Now there are 6 of us, and Guide Dog Aunt & I are the youngest.

Saturday, 1453: @rowanium Ok, excellent. What day? I am working mornings.
Saturday, 1519: @rowanium Excellent. I may well have left that temp job by then.
Saturday, 1525: FatherSir and I are talking programming. He was a real-time programmer.
Saturday, 1609: One way to find out about people of color in family line: racist jokes from uncle.
Saturday, 1614: "Parking space, parking space! I'd like to find a parking space; I'd like a place to park. ... But can I find one in the dark?"
Saturday, 1616: FatherSir, thinking with his socks, walked through the woods "shortcut" in zoris w/ 2 watermelons. #spoonie
Saturday, 1703: @JulianaMarie Heh, heh, heh. Though tourists often get indoor plumbing.
Saturday, 1705: @TheDivineGoat The usual phrasing when an ingredient doesn't give its status but doesn't have anything is "has no gluten ingredients"
Saturday, 1706: @oakandsage Very much so. He didn't mess so much with assembly language, though, that was another guy.
Saturday, 1713: Via @zarhooie: cheesecake stuffed strawberries: http://www.nutmegnanny.com/2011/05/30/cheesecake-stuffed-strawberries/ (one for the #procheesecake team)
Saturday, 1726: @machineplay Benadryl cream. Also spray, and anaesthetic goo.
Saturday, 1734: @semanticist @star_brow I approve.
Saturday, 1734: RT @semanticist: WrongCat is eyeing up our BBQ. http://twitpic.com/5k78fx
Saturday, 1734: RT @semanticist: Meanwhile, TemporaryCat isn't happy at being excluded from the fun. http://twitpic.com/5k7agp
Saturday, 1736: @intrepia Geese are vicious & probably cannibals anyway. Fine birds, and certainly beautiful, but... #HAUNK
Saturday, 1736: @jai_dit Ohhhh, that station, the one I loathe so merrily.
Saturday, 1739: RT @Samuraiko: There may be 50 #waystogetunfollowed, and 50 #waystoleaveyourlover, but there are usually only 6 #waystoleaveanaircraft...
Saturday, 1740: @boocahcah Have you eaten today, darling? #fishmum
Saturday, 1740: @llbbooks OMG BED YAY
Saturday, 1742: @machineplay It's gorgeous. I am sort of jealous that Tay got the picture of Calico in hers, because Calico was my hen.
Saturday, 1816: RT @amberfoxfire: "if you’re planning to get someone drunk in the hopes of “getting lucky,” you’re not planning to get laid. You’re plan ...
Saturday, 1822: RT @jai_dit: Downside of an ADD person housesitting for another ADD person: first thing I do is misplace the keys. And then find them in ...
Saturday, 1922: @boocahcah Oh good!
Saturday, 1923: @llbbooks I love body pillows.
Saturday, 1923: RT @MizzWelch: As we celebrate our independence as a nation, NEVER forget that our founders were SECULARISTS and understood the dangers ...
Saturday, 1936: @bear_feet @irkdesu My aunt grates ginger, and then makes ginger, lemon, and honey tisane. Is chicken broth an option?
Saturday, 1939: @TweetAtDrew It is well known that @jai_dit has no love for furries.
Saturday, 1940: @maureenjohnson Oh dear. You should get the shot instead of risking the disease. It is MUCH WORSE for adults. #poxinhorribleplaces
Saturday, 1949: @bear_feet I certainly hope @irkdesu is.
Saturday, 2234: Oh god, for a moment there I saw Chandler. RIP, dude. (It gets better. The world is less-better without you here.)
Saturday, 2254: Lessons learned from the Boston Python Workshop, an outreach event for women: http://geekfeminism.org/2011/07/02/lessons-learned-from-the-boston-python-workshop-an-outreach-event-for-women/
Saturday, 2300: oh god, I have a week of reading page to catch up on. Not going to happen... :(
Saturday, 2310: Some goddamn fucking idiot's trying to make a quick buck off the fanfic writers. http://esteliel.livejournal.com/428988.html Tolkein's estate, notoriously cranky.
Saturday, 2359: Back home from coffee shop. Guide Dog Aunt is sleeping down in the shop.
Sunday, 0023: Things that will reliably send me into sobbing panic: my father making the final going-now call while I'm putting on difficult socks.

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