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1. Stop talking about politics for a moment or two.

2. Post a reasonably-sized picture in your LJ, NOT under a cut tag, of something pleasant, such as an adorable kitten, or a fluffy white cloud, or a bottle of booze. Something that has NOTHING TO DO WITH POLITICS.

3. Include these instructions, and share the love.



I bring you a double header.  First, The White Stripes in concert, VA, Summer 2007.


Second, Animals in Costumes!  Above, my Dad's dog.  Below, happynonoplace  's cat. Ex cat?  I'm not really sure...

 From kazzy_cee & others

As I'm sitting here being a massive slacker, it occurred to me that it would be funny to put "I slack (or procrastinate) therefore I am" on a t-shirt.  In Latin, of course.  So, if anyone on my flist can do the translation for me, I will even send you a shirt of your own.

*bats eyelashes* 

You can totally blame ked9516 for this.  And T.S. Elliot.

geranium
ladle
liederhosen
kumquat
Donna Shalala
pagoda
gazebo


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I cheated a bit on this one, because he requested Buck Rogers, which I know nothing about. I do, though, remember Duck Rogers, which was a Daffy Duck cartoon mocking the Buck Rogers show, so I used that.

Challenge: Dr. Who (any) goes into the Earth's future and meets Duck Rogers 
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The Doctor poked his head around Martha, who was frozen in the Tardis' doorway.  "Is it possible, that we've landed in outer space again?"  She asked, eyeing the strange oversized animals and humans going about their lives around her.

He went back and checked, just to make sure.  "No, we're still on Earth.  The year 2550 to be exact.  Seems a lot's happened around here since 2006, eh?"  

He pushed past, moving out towards what appeared to be a group of commuters on foot, when he was stopped by...Well, at first it looked like a duck.  It stood about waist-high on Martha, so three feet tall or so, and had appendages that acted like fingers on the tips of its wings.  In those feathery fingers it held a strange looking gun, aimed directly at his crotch.

"Sthhhhate your name, alien invadorshhh!"  The duck-thing declared.  "I, Duck Rogers, shhhworn protector of this planet, will defend my people withhhh my life!"

The Doctor eyed the wet spots on his pants from giant duck spit, then looked back at Martha, whose eyes were locked in horror on the talking duck.  "Right.  Well, I'm the Doctor, and I've just decided I rather fancy leaving you in peace."  He edged back towards the Tardis, pushing Martha behind him through the doorway.  "Lovely to have met you!"

As the Tardis dissapeared in a flash of bright white light, Duck Rogers shook his fist in triumph.  "No evil-doing alien invadorshhh will shhhneak onto thishhh planet on my watch!"

Perhaps going without sleep makes me cynical.  I was just reading a news article, where evidently a 'peace officer' with the SPCA was taking a walk on the beach, and stumbled across an alligator.  In a pillowcase, clearly labeled 'alligator'.  With instructions asking that someone find it a good home.

It seems to me like someone in the family made a stupid pet-purchase, and the nice officer bailed them out.  Or, that could be the tired talking.

So far today: 2 pieces of cake, 2 pots of coffee, walk to store for emergency supplies, 2 chats, 5 comments on my posts here, more posts than I really needed (not to mention the spam factor for my flist), and 1 cigarette.  Not a bad Saturday.  Now, to move the computer downstairs, so the bed does not mock me...

Re: g-chat - not only can I mock people I'm currently chatting with (I mock with love), I can now review old conversations, and mock them.

This time, the mocking is reserved for myself. From a chat last December, regarding writer's block.  Lots of words for someone who's supposed to be blocked:
I'm so bored