So it's Black Friday
With so many bargains but
What of Thanksgiving?

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• To all my tweeps out in Tweepville, have a Happy Thanksgiving! 07:26:58

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• 09:59 Happy Thanksgiving, for those tweeps who celebrate the occasion, of course. For everybody else, Happy Thursday! #
• 12:26 @shimmer418 Re: Alcohol - Always have enough for extra peeps :) #
• 12:32 @shimmer418 Re: Alcohol - I have my stash for the zombie apocalypse. You're covered. #
• 13:47 @shimmer418 Re: Zombie Penguins - I'm listenin'...... ;) #
• 16:38 @shimmer418 Re: Zombie Penguins - I think you're on to something. MARCH OF THE PENGUIN DEAD! #
• 17:00 @shimmer418 Re: When Undead Penguins Attack - Sounds like we should start writin'...... #

http://www.daybydaycartoon.com/2009/11/27/#005440

Trials.

• 22:50 @takenredguy I guessed that; only took umpteen years. #
• 22:50 thought about going out for a drink, but then realized he has enough liquor here to kill a moose...hey!, does anyone have a moose? #
• 23:47 a couple of good boys and a pat and he'll refuse to leave until you are asleep. Dogs are much easier than men. #
• 08:14 sadly can't really shop until monday; oh well dell.com/gap.com/bestbuy.com sales. #
• 08:16 @LarryFlick I hadn't seen you in a while (8 years.) Looking hot! #
• 09:11 sings "because of you i find it hard to trust, not only me, but everyone around me...because of you, i am afraid...." #
• 09:15 is watching Shakira circa 2007 and realizing how @ModernFamily is pointing a jibe of this exotic latino love. That cauterwaling! #
• 09:48 does not take for granted that he found someone who also likes Regina Specktor, Missy Elliot, Musical theater, Postal Service and Alanis. #
• 10:22 @takenredguy price. comes down to price. I'd like netbook under 300, preferably under 200. #
• 10:33 should probably start thinking about lun
  ch.... #
• 14:38 was napping and kept dreaming of being in a wheelchair, and in a big house where nudist straight couples kept walking in and ignoring me. #
• 19:00 @takenredguy that might be an option; i might just run ubuntu. #
• 19:01 has enjoyed the silence of today; these are the only words i said today: bruce, clark, you and your toys, again?, thank you, and good boy. #

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This issue manages to balance solid story elements, big revelations, and all the things we’ve come to love about Farscape.

current mood: pleased

lareinenoire

lareinenoire

Cecily York was as good as her word. Some ten months later, Anne received a letter from Newnham College, Cambridge, offering her a place for the upcoming academic year. A letter now pinched between her father's fingers, tapping on the burnished wood surface of his desk.

"And what, exactly, do you propose to gain by this?" He settled back in his chair, leather squeaking beneath his weight. It was rare enough that he was in London these days, and she had managed to catch him several hours before he was due to depart for Paris for what seemed like the hundredth time. Of course, it was a mistake to assume that just because he was on the verge of leaving, he could be caught off guard. "They don't confer degrees on women, you know."

"I'm aware of it, Father. I merely wish to enrich my mind. Is that a problem?"

Her father's nose wrinkled. "You are a young lady with a great fortune, Annie. This college business is little more than a waste of time and funds."

"But it will make me happy." Anne leant forward so she was looking at him through her lashes as Bel did. "Daddy, please?"

"Oh, Annie," he chuckled, "a valiant effort, but you'll need a great deal more practice. And it's not the sort of thing one learns at a women's college."

"How do you know that?" she demanded, cheeks flushing. "I want to go. And you shan't stop me." Snatching the letter from him, she stormed out of the room, his laughter echoing in her wake.

gileonnen

lindensphinx

"I heard you had a research assistantship opening up next semester, while you're on sabbatical," says the boy. His hands are in his pockets, his shoulders thrown back; it's an attempt at defiance in the face of his own supplication. It's rather charming, actually.

"And you have particular expertise with the deciphering and preservation of late medieval texts, do you? Or a distinguished research career in kingship and gender?"

"Kingship is an interest of mine," Harry allows, with undue caution. He seems to be waiting for Richard to spring upon him and tear him to shreds, perhaps with the aid of some sort of retractable claw mechanism.

orange_crushed

kadath

He sneaks around the back of the gym every day, to stare at her in the gap between volleyball and calculus; Jessica notices and elbows her in the side, giggling.

"Your boyfriend's here."

"I know," Bella says. She does know; she felt him in the pit of her stomach when his eyes hit her skin. The ache is simmering in his eyeballs, his jaw. He's drowning in the seconds he's not touching her. He does this every day and for him, it's only getting worse. Bella spikes and misses; it hits Charlene in the back of the head and sails clear up into the bleachers.

Things couldn't be more perfect.

gileonnen

"Well," Richard mutters to Edward, as they pack up their folders and resettle their jackets. "I suppose we didn't need that postcolonial history hire, after all."

"You're just certain that you've tweaked his nose," Edward answers. There's something in his tone that makes Richard hesitate to respond--something hard and bitter. "The department can go to Hell for all you care, so long as you get your parting shot on the way down." When he tries to turn away, though, Richard catches at his elbow.

"Do you really think it's my fault that the motion passed?" Richard asks softly. Edward meets his eyes, and when he doesn't say no at once, Richard has his answer. "Then I'll talk to him. Give me half an hour."

"To do what, exactly?"

"To tweak a bit more than his nose." He turns and makes his way down the hall at speed, and before Edward can take his meaning, he has turned a corner. It is nearly as good as vanishing.

current mood: busy