Back to the Mac!!!

Watch these fingers FLY, baby, FLY!!!

*There is some seriously fast typing going on right here because I have a keyboard that does what I need it to...wheeeeeeee!!!!!*

After I got kicked off the Library computer for the seventh time in a row accesing Hotmail, I trotted off to the Used Bookshop and bought 50 cent books. (The letching crazies don't go in there, either--they might have to read or something. That's not really fair, I guess I was just that annoyed by the umpteenth sleazy pickup line.) And then I blew all that thriftyness by running over to Big Brains and buying all three Hectic Planet compilation-books. (Say it loud; I'm a geek and I'm proud!!)
I dreamed about an outdoor festival. (again!) And rain, and rats in the trees, and a seriously large King snake slithering around, the kind with the black and white and red bars. (I didn't get the feeling it was dangerous, just, well...you respect a King snake when it's the size of an anaconda:) I dreamed about rain, and when I woke up the ground was wet. Was it raining and I incorporated it? (this is FEbruary, in Minnesota, and the weather is really unusally warm.) I miss rain in the winter.


I'm blathering...I've missed this a little, can you tell?

*Blush*

People keep coming up and saying how fetching I looked this Saturday...
*deep blush* sheesh, a silk shirt makes all the difference, huh?

Okay, my hair was up, too.

Is it hot in here?

Hectic Planet stuff...

Hey, didja know that in about 2074 there is a Governer Fleidermaus? Apparently some great-grandnephew of mine gets to rule an entire planet.
I'm bummed though--He's a twisted evil villain without a scruple in his body!!! (Okay, I have my moments, but planet annihlation's against my principles.) Also, it's a shame he got vaporized by a giant robot....

So, Descendants and Would-Be Planet-Rulers, heads up!!! Behave, or the Clue Stick's coming for your futurized heinies!!! Don't make me get out the hovering wheelchair, ya whippersnappers!!!

Playing Catch-up...

*runs around in circles fighting the copiers*

With you in a minute!!!

*threatens fax with something sharp, which immediately works.*

There!!! Hah!!!
*Jump on LJ to see what you're all up to*

Rain!!!

It's RAINING!!!

*goggles unbelievingly out the window*

S'cuse me while I pick my jaw up off the ground.
(Like I said, it's February!!!)

My own personal soundtrack...

Most of this morning it's been Bryan Ferry tunes...I love that sorta New-Wave Lounge-act stuff. Except for when I ran into a few rich people. Then I quietly sequed into the Jay and Silent Bob Rap as I nearly got trampled by them. (At least the quasi famous lady didn't sneer at me like she did last time...)

I think I've got a bit of an Ash Girl complex today. I got to go to the ball, and now I'm back. *wry grin* I'm kind of a crude Cinderella, though, and not a Disney Mousie in sight...

Ms Eff's Pretentious Poetry Corner...

Sometimes the words I have
aren't up for the job.

They resent being taken away from a well-deserved coffee and doughnuts break and being forced to jump through metaphorical hoops.
On a full stomach, no less.

I've thought about using other words, other languages,
but the Union my words belong to says an emphatic "No"
(They're very strict about me seeing other languages, very jealous.)
I'm already pushing my luck with all the French I used to conjugate with.

So I'm stuck with the ones I have;
toddling through their paces.

The lazy bastards.