the traditional first day picture

His hands are like that 'cause he's doing the 'I don't have anything, I swear I didn't get into your stuff" pose.

And if the bus would hurry up, we would be free. :P

Edit: There were questions about the t-shirt? It's from Threadless: the design is called Take Me To Tokyo. It's a hitchhiking Godzilla. <3

And Transportation gave us THE WRONG FUCKING PICKUP TIME. AAAAAUGH. So now Chris has to cab him to school. I am going to get all Stompy Fucking RAGE on their asses.

clickies and piccies

truth = stranger than fiction again: one-legged prostitute killed in Brooklyn. (there's so much sad and wrong and odd with this story. but it's a fascinating writing prompt.)

This CRACKED ME UP: if adults were treated like children.. Worksafe, hysterical, a must-read. <3

Well, the kidlet was late this morning because transportation changed the time on the bus to almost 10 minutes earlier and decided we didn't need to know about it. AUGH.

The flip side of this is that he gets home at about 9 minutes to 4. WIN.

While we were having Bus Issues, the Big Dorky Siamese got OUTSIDE, wandered down our side of the courtyard, crossed the courtyard on the path, went up the far stairs, across the alley, into SOMEONE ELSE'S YARD, then came back, did the courtyard loop again and finally came back inside. I was out there for nearly fifteen minutes calling him. Foolish cat.

Here is the doofus in question snuggling with his mother. Yes, she is almost only half his size. She still rules the place.



Also, my instant messenger booted me off and puked on me. :P Silly thing.

awesome things today:

Got a book delivered from amazon that was in the bargain bin ... turns out it was there because the dustjacket was on upside down. It's perfectly fine and I got it for about 1/3 of the price. GO ME.

It's sunny, but not too hot.

Reasonable pain levels today.

Not a lot of stupid chores to do (sweep, put away laundry).

Neato music shared with me by arhh.

I found Good Bye Lenin! fanfic, which made me SQUEE SO hardcore. I love that movie.

same as it never was

Everything is typed this year.
Email seems to already be happening, along with attachments of everything that gets sent home in hardcopy. Can we hear a freakin' OMFG?
The boy has homework this year! One assignment per week. God knows what this is going to be.
There are daily report sheets (that are also emailed as attachments) that say what he's done; they get signed and sent back the next day with a spot for parents comments.

... whoa. Hardcore differences. ACTUAL COMMUNICATION. I LOVE IT.

I think the PTA wants my soul. I may be trying harder, but not that hard. I am not really the type of person who does committees. I don't have the patience for bullshit.

Still, all in all - pleased.

forgetful phinnia is forgetful

I just remembered - a year ago today I posted my first House fanfic.

What a long strange trip it's been. And still is. And I've met an awful lot of nice people. *beam*

Here's to more, yes?

twits

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