November 13th, 2013

tats

I keep picturing a sausage machine...

As seen on some fic this morning:

"Cullen kicked his pants off and came across the room."

I really hope they mean that he walked across the room.

*ahem*

Oh and in other news, for those of you who know her, Sally's Clydesdale mare just had her foal. I have no info other than that but WHEE BABY CLYDESDALES!

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But Hekia is an enthusiastic and engaging speaker, and I can see how she gets away with pushing distasteful agendas because she made it sound like the best thing since sliced bread. Or, her speech writer did. There were no questions at the end, because I couldn't think of anything to ask that I could say while representing my organisation. *ahem*

Now I have to go write a report. I am allowed to let my cynicism show through. Another reason I like my job. ;-)

PS turns out my post about the Roast Busters thing got linked at The Ruminator. They called it a 'searing and smart rebuke'. I'm flattered, even if I think that's a little over the top. Gosh.