Kaymyth

Asexuality/aromanticism is a legitimate thing.

You should be able to opt out of overdraft. Granted, it means that checks will bounce and debit cards will decline if your balance is too low, but it's an option. Alas, no matter how logical and rational you may be, you're still a teenager. Hormones are a thing. Don't worry yourself over it too much; have a little fun mooning over her. Write some really terrible poetry; that might help get some of it out of your system.

Last night, I dreamed about being at work. This is annoying enough on its own. But I'm taking a vacation day tomorrow for my birthday, and I dreamed that I was just coming in on Tuesday. And I had worked the day before, And I said, "Oh, no! I worked yesterday and I was supposed to be off! And I missed my birthday!" I was rather distraught. And then I started noticing the plot holes. Why hadn't anybody said anything to me yesterday? Shouldn't I have notice our scheduling software showed me as off when I logged into it? This is...suspicious. Wait, I'm dreaming, aren't I? None of this is real...? Nope? Nope. And I woke up, thoroughly annoyed with my subconscious. That's not the first time it's tried to pull this kind of nonsense.

Thank you. The red hair gene is both a blessing and a curse - my hair is awesome, but my skin, she is so pale. I don't tan. Like, ever. I just fry and the fade right back to pale with a few added freckles. If you look for it, you can see one or two of the streaks of dark purple I had in my hair on the day.

Your dress is quite pretty as well. I would've looked like death in anything that white, but you've got actual color to your skin.

I'll throw in my vote for Delightful as well.

Well, if he's an unaltered tom, then he may have found a lovely queen in heat off somewhere that he's mooning over?

Thank you. And to be fair, once she was over the initial shock, she was OK with it. She even paid for the dress. Honestly, I don't know why it surprised her so much. Why does she keep expecting normal from me? Seriously, woman, you gave birth to me! You know who you're dealing with here!

Hah! Well, they say that everybody has a twin.

Here's me and my husband on our wedding day: (I'm the one rocking the tiara.)

It might help if you start casting your net wider. There are a lot of other things to do with a library sciences degree. I know what you really want is to be a youth librarian, but you may need to put in a few years as, say, an archivist before you break into your preferred niche. Apply for everything you're qualified for.

I'm sorry that you're having a tough time with the job search. Just remember that it's not you; it's just that the libraries in question are foolishly choosing other people in the false belief that they are more awesome than you. I know it's tough, but there comes a time when you just have to shake your head in sad sympathy for the poor souls who have such inferior choosing skills.

I have located and bought the sheet music to "Roundtable Rival". :D Now, to adapt it for flute!

And El Nino!

There's a certain amount of irony in the fact that a legitimate argument can be made for Glinda being a murderous sociopath who manipulates Dorothy into killing the Wicked Witch of the West. How is this a legitmate role model for "good" magic? (Think about it. She made sure that Dorothy got the ruby slippers, but didn't tell her that they could get her home. Nope, she sent her on a wild goose chase that inevitably led to a conflict with Westie.)

You and me both. Except that I'm at work right now. ...what? I'm on break.

It really was hard to tell for sure what they were doing. I never did look the word up, I just worked it out by context. It's hard to imagine a manatee relative putting up that much of a fight, though.

No, not yet. It doesn't matter - as far as we're concerned, our home is her home. Like I said before, she's family.

Our former housemate has been visiting us since Thursday. This has been lovely, as we missed her, for she is an awesome human being and is basically family. She is supposed to stay through Sunday and leave for home in Portland Monday. Today, a cousin of hers was found dead. He was the caregiver for another, younger autistic cousin, and at this moment the family doesn't know how or why he is dead. She is going to need to stay with us longer (not a problem, though we had to reassure her of that fact) and is currently juggling logistics and switching plane tickets and unsure as to whether her job will fire her over this. Along with all of the other awful, she is also now going to miss spending her wedding anniversary with her wife.

I've already ranted about my distaste for Anne Rice elsewhere on the forums, so instead I'll take a stab at a sci-fi classic. 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, I am looking at you. And oh, is that look such a side-eye. Frustratingly, there's a good story buried in there somewhere, but it takes some serious slogging to get to it, because the narrator is a scientist who is obsessed with fish. There are entire passages that are just lists of fish. And not just their normal names, no, they're all named off in the Latin to ensure that nobody knows what he's talking about so that Verne can sound all fancy and knowledgeable. Fish, fish, fish, fish, fish, sharks, squid, fish. Oh, and there's some fish! And seaweed! And oh, yes, just in case you forgot, fish! And this might be down to a bad translation, but it took me most of an exciting action passage for me to figure out that the thing they were fighting was a hippopotamus. Because they kept calling it a "dudong", a word that is both 1) obscure, and 2) capable of bringing out the inner 12-year-old boy in anyone's sense of humor. There's also the weird constant fawning of the narrator's manservant all over him. I find this goes down a lot easier when I substitute the rampant Victorian classism with "but he's in luuuurve". So, hooray for headcanon! But the worst, most egregious thing this book does is really quite unforgiveable. And...OK, this is going into spoiler tags, because even though this book is over a century old, this does sort of give away the end: Seriously, if it hadn't been my Kindle, I'd have thrown the book across the room. From what I hear, all of that stuff is actually resolved in the sequel, but just like 20,000 is stuffed full of lists of fish, The Mysterious Island is stuffed full of lists of plants. Finding out what happened just isn't worth the suffering.

Hydrologically efficient?

As someone who HAS asthma, I can confirm that as complete nonsensical dren.

It was actually "Men of red and gold", not metal. Aluminum alloys generally pick up the same immunity effects, so long as the mix doesn't get diluted too much. I think the bullets were just the result of experimentation with those alloys to try and produce something that cannot be Pushed/Pulled but has less abrasiveness to the barrel of the gun. Aluminum is a *very* abrasive metal, so it make sense that they'd want to come up with an alloy that doesn't wear down the guns as quickly.

I honestly just about fell off the couch squeeing when I saw him wearing that scarf.