For... um...

Well, one of my "lady" friends, anyway, you know who you are.

BSG has been renewed for a second season!

Something I've been wondering....

How, exactly, does financial aid work? Do they just say "this is what you can pay, and we'll pay any amount more than that"? Or do they go "this is how much you get, no more"? Or what, exactly?

Edit: See, even though I fill out my FAFSA every year, I have no idea how it works.

Linkies again!

There's one on a suit about gays in the military. That's how we avoid the draft, people, by having lots of hott gay sexx! Don't fuck it up for us!

Well, yeah, I can't get drafted anyway, but that's not the point :)

And one on anti-gay-penguin-ministries.

Wait, this makes sense. They want the penguins to stop being gay because they want the penguins to make babies. See, penguins are an endangered species. There are 6 billion humans in the world, and far less penguins. So it makes sense to see if you can convert your gay penguins, because you want cute li'l baby penguins.

Back to the military.... Why was it that gays can't serve again? Yeah, all those straight people serving are really working so well...

Actually, I'm just being snide. These soldiers apparently just have a healthy attitude towards sex. And, really, I find it hard to dredge up the outrage for anything less than wanton torture. How sad.

Edit: You know, I just realized something. I am straight. At least, I assume I am, having not had any lesbian attraction going on. Whoops. Sorry about that.

I'd *still* have lots of hott gay sexx if that's what it took to stay out of the army.

*snickers*

Oh, this is too funny. Go read, go read.

Somewhat Spoilery Question about BSG....

Okay, now, we all know that Boomer's a Cylon, right?

( Good )

*hums*

On a recent thread in metaquotes I mentioned that the new anthem should definitely be "Be Kind to your Web-Footed Friends".

Didn't mention that I had only recently realized that the tune to that song is also the tune to another song (namely Stars and Stripes), so for years I was horribly confused with commercials around Labor Day and Memorial Day and President's Day. Flags, fireworks - be kind to my webfooted friends! Presidents, dollar bills - webfooted friends! Cars, more flags - ducks, and geese, and webfooted friends!

Very confusing.

My mother actually had a similar experience years ago that she loves to talk about. She was watching a very l o n g movie about some guy on an oil field in Texas. And every so often, he'd be walking on his oil field (or maybe it was a ranch, I don't know) and you'd hear, swelling up in the background, the tender strains of "I've been working on the railroad". She was baffled. Oil fields, ranches, Texas, railroad. Where the hell was the railroad coming from? She didn't get it until ages later she heard my dad (an avowed Texan) singing, quite cheerfully "The Eyes of Texas are Upon You", whereupon she screamed "that's the song!" and scared all the neighbors.

In defense of Slytherin.

No, not of Slitherins, of Slitherin, old Salazar himself.

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Something leora said prompted this.

I have problems. Seriously, I do.

But I don't ever like mentioning them, ever, because I always feel like I'm whining or exaggerating.

Take the idea of faceblindess. I don't think I'm faceblind. I don't consider myself faceblind. And yet, there's a number of incidents which only make sense if I say I'm faceblind. Most notoriously, there's the time I was about to tell a man with a cute baby "my niece has that same outfit" when I realized that it *was* my niece and brother-in-law, but trust me when I say this incident is not alone in my memory.

Or there's my hearing. I have very good hearing. My hearing is probably better than yours. I can hear the train doors close from several blocks away. But I can't be in a crowded room and follow a conversation. I never used to mention this to people, and just sat through "group work" where I either did nothing or did everything because it was easier than trying to listen to people talking. I still don't like mentioning it to people, because it's just "Well, my hearing isn't bad, exactly, but it's hard for me sometimes, but not all the time, and... um...."

Riiiiight.

Well, this has been my melodramatic post for the day. Djusk' a!