*verklempt*
Jan. 11th, 2007 01:59 pmOh my God! Not ten minutes after I made that last post, flowers arrived for me! Talk about timing! At first I thought it was from a publisist—the other Associate Editor, who does parties, is always getting gift baskets from club promoters—but it was from John and Rodney! Well, that's what the card said, anyway. ;-)
Whoever you are, thank you so, SO much. I am so touched— I love all of you and I'm so glad I have this place to bitch and squee and mourn and rejoice in. Thank you.
*huge, enveloping hugs*
Whoever you are, thank you so, SO much. I am so touched— I love all of you and I'm so glad I have this place to bitch and squee and mourn and rejoice in. Thank you.
*huge, enveloping hugs*
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Date: 2007-01-11 10:52 pm (UTC)I think it's nice.
You could be supportive of someone else's cultural . . . stuff, you know.
Like granola.
And classic movies that rock, and star Michael J. Fox.
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Date: 2007-01-11 11:14 pm (UTC)That movie is not a classic. It is an affront to science, reason, concepts of space-time and my brain.
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Date: 2007-01-11 11:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-11 11:36 pm (UTC)Since I have at least a modicum of intelligence, however, I am reduced to saying that it is still an incredibly stupid movie.
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Date: 2007-01-11 11:39 pm (UTC)It's just the movie that got me on this kick of - finding scientists . . . intriguing. That's all.
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Date: 2007-01-11 11:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-11 11:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-12 12:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-12 12:31 am (UTC)Could you come the hell home now? You're killing me. I'm so fucking hard I'm gonna die.
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Date: 2007-01-12 12:46 am (UTC)