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Tweets for 2008-10-15

In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:
  • Wednesday, 0819: @semanticist iPhone App is GO.
  • Wednesday, 0822: That is to say, LiveJournal.com's iPhone app is live: http://tinyurl.com/4ysjwy rt at will my friends!
  • Wednesday, 0836: @semanticist I heard there were hijinks involving getting the iPhones to the devs for this one; iPhone + Russian customs </3
  • Wednesday, 0934: @semanticist Super SUP!
  • Wednesday, 1024: @afuna 36 minutes
  • Wednesday, 1026: Ha, the results of this plot twist may mean Lovie and Jennie on the run from Bosslady. Watch Lovie freak at being without her comforts!
  • Wednesday, 1048: Have initiated social plans, scrubbed face, re-braided hair, plotted evil plotty plots for my unlikely heroine, and now go to bed.
  • Wednesday, 1501: UPS has arrived. Tea for hColleen. Their idea of good delivery practice is to ding-dong & pitch on balcony. "I delivered to your patio!" X-\
  • Wednesday, 1636: @lady_angelina It's not so much the security, because it's plenty secure on the inaccessible-from-anywhere balcony. But the PITCHING.
  • Wednesday, 1637: Also, balcony != patio, but perhaps I am standing on semantics here. Also, disrupted sleep is disrupted. :(
  • Wednesday, 2118: That dream requires burning out of my brain. Not OK with that dream. Something utterly gone from my life came back in it, with the creepy.
  • Wednesday, 2200: bits of the dream included hanging out on the Ballaine Road hill, bad driving, cops, txt to cops, dude with braided hair & gang teamdance
  • Wednesday, 2201: him being really creepy, me hiding, him looking for me, him trying to physically intimidate me & me overpowering him, me hiding in attic
  • Wednesday, 2202: & me getting flak from people for having skipped out on class in favor of not being there, all tied together with bookends about takeout??
  • Wednesday, 2211: presented w/o comment: http://tinyurl.com/3z3u4r

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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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