An archive of my old LiveJournal
…or at least two contradictory things.
This morning I kept reminding myself to make sure I had my key card so I could get into the building, since it was closed for President’s Day. (The biggest space in the building is used by a bank.)
I also decided I didn’t need to pack a lunch, since I had to go out anyway to pick up a roll of quarters at the bank.
I didn’t connect these two things until I walked into the building lobby.
A theater in Atlantic Beach Florida, in response to complaints from a motorist who was “offended” by the marquee, is now performing The Hoohaa Monologues. Apparently the driver didn’t want to have to explain to her niece what a vagina was.
Found via Neil Gaiman, who remarks that it “seems, somehow to miss the point on a scale that’s positively awesome.”
I just took my travel mug into the lunch room to wash it out. It was oddly heavy. Now I know why I felt so sluggish this morning. It wasn’t just a crash following the fix-the-most-heavily-used-server-now adrenaline high. I’d only drunk 1/3 my usual amount of coffee!