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The internet is utterly failing in its duty to entertain me tonight. I fear I'm returning the favor; I have nothing but a bunch of randomness.
If you Google "Johnny Weir is adorable" (with quotes), you get 2,030 hits, so obviously I'm not the only one with this opinion.
If I had a regular fandom right now, I'd be writing a drinking story -- for some reason I just have a desire to do the "in vino veritas" trope and see what comes of it -- but I'm in a sort of old-school phase wrt Discworld -- I feel the need to explain why and how and deal with all possible objections, rather than do the new-school "they just are because I said so, and anyhow they sound like themselves, so just roll with it and it will all be worth it in the end" thing.
Our overpasses have pipes hanging down underneath them, I guess to channel water that would be on the overpass above. It's been so cold that water has dripped out of them and frozen into dozens of irregular icicles. They look like ice squid.
Meanwhile, since we put little hats on the chimneys of the fellowship hall building, they've been diverting the steam in such a way that ice stalagmites will begin to form on the roof, not pointy ones but rounded ones, like human figures seen from far away through fog. Little Trouble, the bookkeeper, calls them "the ice saints."
I'm trying to persuade the spouse that Daylight Savings Saturday should be a holiday. He normally works on Saturdays, but I'm angling for him to take the day off, set the clocks ahead in the morning, do something fun during the day, go to bed early, and avoid greeting spring while feeling as if we've been hit in the head with heavy objects.
If you Google "Johnny Weir is adorable" (with quotes), you get 2,030 hits, so obviously I'm not the only one with this opinion.
If I had a regular fandom right now, I'd be writing a drinking story -- for some reason I just have a desire to do the "in vino veritas" trope and see what comes of it -- but I'm in a sort of old-school phase wrt Discworld -- I feel the need to explain why and how and deal with all possible objections, rather than do the new-school "they just are because I said so, and anyhow they sound like themselves, so just roll with it and it will all be worth it in the end" thing.
Our overpasses have pipes hanging down underneath them, I guess to channel water that would be on the overpass above. It's been so cold that water has dripped out of them and frozen into dozens of irregular icicles. They look like ice squid.
Meanwhile, since we put little hats on the chimneys of the fellowship hall building, they've been diverting the steam in such a way that ice stalagmites will begin to form on the roof, not pointy ones but rounded ones, like human figures seen from far away through fog. Little Trouble, the bookkeeper, calls them "the ice saints."
I'm trying to persuade the spouse that Daylight Savings Saturday should be a holiday. He normally works on Saturdays, but I'm angling for him to take the day off, set the clocks ahead in the morning, do something fun during the day, go to bed early, and avoid greeting spring while feeling as if we've been hit in the head with heavy objects.