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Dear Joe Wilson and the majority of the Republican party,
THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS.
No love,
Thorne
No, seriously. What the fuck, people? Next thing you know, we're totally going to be throwing down like the South Korean parliament, and the last thing you'll see in this life is Nancy Pelosi coming at you with a gavel and a murderous glint in her eye. And no-one will feel sorry for you. Remind me to stick to novels and never to read the paper on the airplane again; I get wicked annoyed and I have nowhere to release the annoyance, so it ends up where I sit there and the typical air-travel annoyances combine with political stupidity to the point where I throw a rage-embolism at thirty thousand feet over San Francisco.
Which is where I am right now, by the way. Though on the ground, now.
( Where I am, where I'm going, and local observations of wildlife )
I have yet to see the Supernatural premiere because my relatives bought tickets to the San Francisco symphony for us this evening, and I couldn't quite bring myself to fake illness to get out of it and stay home to watch it on the television. The downloaded episode is sitting on my laptop; I'll just have to sneak away at some point tomorrow to watch it, so I can read the explosion of entries about it.
Twig sent me this link to Drunk People Yoga Positions a while ago, which I think is an apt closer for the entry. Good night. Have a peaceful September 11th. Unless you're a health care reform heckler, in which case you can eat a bag of dicks.
THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS.
No love,
Thorne
No, seriously. What the fuck, people? Next thing you know, we're totally going to be throwing down like the South Korean parliament, and the last thing you'll see in this life is Nancy Pelosi coming at you with a gavel and a murderous glint in her eye. And no-one will feel sorry for you. Remind me to stick to novels and never to read the paper on the airplane again; I get wicked annoyed and I have nowhere to release the annoyance, so it ends up where I sit there and the typical air-travel annoyances combine with political stupidity to the point where I throw a rage-embolism at thirty thousand feet over San Francisco.
Which is where I am right now, by the way. Though on the ground, now.
( Where I am, where I'm going, and local observations of wildlife )
I have yet to see the Supernatural premiere because my relatives bought tickets to the San Francisco symphony for us this evening, and I couldn't quite bring myself to fake illness to get out of it and stay home to watch it on the television. The downloaded episode is sitting on my laptop; I'll just have to sneak away at some point tomorrow to watch it, so I can read the explosion of entries about it.
Twig sent me this link to Drunk People Yoga Positions a while ago, which I think is an apt closer for the entry. Good night. Have a peaceful September 11th. Unless you're a health care reform heckler, in which case you can eat a bag of dicks.
