Safe mode? Perhaps.

Okay, brain, take note.

Bruce was in a foul mood.

He was not in a fowl mood.

I don't care if he does want chicken for dinner.

I think that's the blue screen of death happening in my brain.

I am a lemming, but that's okay.

Oh, because it's all over my flist and I think I've requested something from everyone, so it's my turn now.

Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.

My fics are at my website, and there's Lives By Breaking from yuletide.

Alternately, just request something. ;)

Safety in Maine

I love Bob Marley. (Note: Comedian from Maine. No reggae.)

I just discovered that Coast 93.1 has Bob Marley call in every Tuesday morning. And they're all online for our listening pleasure!

Because it amuses me. And it's Maine. Here are a few favorite moments.

( My grandmother actually uses the Maine Security System. )

Friday, Feb. 2 on Comedy Central is his special. Dude, so watching.

I have nothing of substance to say.

Except I'm still annoyed that I never managed to go see him when I was at college. He graduated from my school, so he goes every year and does a show. But no one would ever go with me, so my senior year I said "I'M GOING!!" and then? I had a class. ::headdesk::