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14 reasons to behave decently in Fandom.

I sent the pictures I took at work along to my elder clone, whose husband was the second (of three) guys up on the ladder. It started with the junior site services guy, the one sitting to the side and laughing in the second picture, up on the ladder. When he failed to get the light to turn on, my elder clone's husband wound up on the ladder. He failed as well. Finally, Lobot came along, and diagnosed that the new lightbulb was bad. The subject of the e-mail I sent? "How many site services guys does it take to change a lightbulb?" She laughed so hard about that one that she's sure everyone around her thinks she's crazy. She gave me some of the roses from her garden that she'd had decorating her desk. Yay roses!

Surreal conversations I have had with my roommate: "The split pea soup is in the freezer. Get it while it's hot!"

Tonight at Anime Night: finished Princess Princess, started something with vampires, and Nibiki-chan was in heat and all "plz pet me if you must but a fucking would be preferred!" She actually snuggled up beside me for a while, amazingly enough. Ryoga-kun made an appearance too. Fun was had by all.

My trainee did excellently on the stuff she was working on. Soon, I will be training her on the other stuff I do!
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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