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Fightin' colors. Via elorie.

Via thette: Uncontrolled delusion is now measured in Timecubes. (Discussion is in the comments.)

Star Trek-branded caskets and urns. ... What? (Via the Academy)

Today has been a lazy day so far. I really need to retrieve my laundry. I have been going between the book of the moment (The Subtle Knife) and assorted bits of tidying and assorted bits of online tidying. I really need to wash Vash, get the paper boxes over to myrrhianna, put the stickers on Vash, get him a checkup (next weekend, maybe?), poke HR (via email, since they don't seem to be in the office much), and have that chat with the residence office here. Oh, and a ponie too.
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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