And because I don’t even care …
Why on earth are you checking this blog for updates when we’re about to make #marriageequality law? Go stream some Parliament TV and break out the bubbly, people.
Due to a lack of things making me want to swear a lot (it’s Easter! There was a Mythbusters marathon on Discovery!) here’s a random macro post spontaneously generated to ensure I keep up my daily posting schedule.
Fear The Refrigerator. BMI 43, motherfuckers.
I am so not going to tell you about my week. Because it’s over, and I don’t care what Battlestar Galactica has to say about the circular nature of time. Although I am watching DS-9 all over again …
So sit back, pour yourself a drink, and fall blissfully into Avery Brooks’ deeply intense stare.
(This post brought to you by my slight fixation on posting daily. I haven’t dropped the ball yet, dammit! And also I’m still on season 1 DS-9 and am craving Beardy!Sisko.)
No, not the science fiction kind. A song that keeps popping into my head for no apparent reason whatsoever these days.
Lyrics under the fold; for actual climate change discussion, I shrug my literature-major shoulders and point you in the direction of The Standard.