Kaymyth

Make this movie, shut up, and take my money.

I've thought for a while that the music video for "Take Flight" has some stuff in it that really looks like steeljumping to me.

Woman, have you seen where we are? A fantasy author fan forum on the internet! We are all pots, and my husband is the kettle.

Well, if you're talking about the job they think you applied for and didn't, telling them that the place chose not to hire you is technically true... I just love how your parents have decided that Metarie is a scam because they don't like the location. And by love, I mean hate with the fire of a thousand suns. (Shallan is sort of the poster child for toxic crazy parents. I see why you identify with her.) I might just have the teensiest little crush on Wayne. Maybe. Probably. Definitely. (And back in the days when Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda was on the air, I had a crush on Harper. I can't help it. I have a type.)

But...but...but WAYNE!

I texted my husband and told him I was about to become a supervisor. His response: "Cool! That's way better than a regular visor!"

About freakin' time! Morzathoth! Add him to the place which has been prepared!

Well, today just got better at work. So, back in July, our team lead got promoted out. I was among the folks who applied for the newly open slot. And just as my manager was ready to make a decision...we went into a hiring freeze and the requisition was stuck into carbonite. Well, they finally thawed it out. I got the position. Except that they decided to bump it up to a full supervisor position. Yeah, that's right. They're pushing me up into management. Oh, what fools these mortals be.

Dooo eeeeeet.

I slept wrong last night. I have a pinched nerve in my shoulder. Hello, I am Grouchy McGrouchperson from the land of Grumblonia. Also, there's a chili cook-off at work today. The downstairs smells like chili. I...hate chili. This is their last-ditch effort to try to keep control over you. They're flailing now. I'm sorely tempted to tell you, once everything was set in stone and it's your last day there, to start doing things like blasting Gogol Bordello throughout the house and running randomly up to your mother and shouting, "Dobby is a FREE ELF!" Ack! That sounds like potential flu. If it gets at all worse, get to a doctor.

Not necessarily; all of these are actually hallmarks of a female on the autism spectrum (which tends to present very differently from males). My sister is not OCD, but most definitely high-functioning autistic, and the lists and planning and rehearsing what to say are very, very much part of the autism package.

For making me afraid that I had insulted you by inadvertently implicating you as the Forum Derpy. And then turning around and embracing it and making me feel much-relieved.

Fun fact: aloe vera works the best for me for mosquito bites. Particularly the stuff with lidocaine designed for sunburns.

Ha! It's always feast or famine with these things. Next thing you know, Iowa will be calling with the wibble-face, completing the trifecta of Twi Is Awesome Give Her A Job.

Mistpunk. I like it. Jim Butcher has said that it's actually a running joke between him and the artist now. Every time Jim puts a mention into the book of how Harry "doesn't do hats" the hat on the cover gets a little bigger.

Well, in the annotations, his exact word was "amused" rather than annoyed. And then he went and made Southern airships, so he doesn't get to deny the essence of steampunk anymore.

Actually, if WayneSpren is offering it, it probably isn't hemalurgic. Unless the Dark Alley somehow got to him while he was away...

Yeah, no kidding. WayneSpren! You need to jooooin! We have a place of honor reserved for you!

I recommend such wonderful webcomics as Order of the Stick and Skin Horse (assuming you don't already read them).

Question...does...not...compute....

Squee! That should keep the brain weasels quiet for a while. Get out your boots, it's (Brain) Weasel Stomping Day! (Out of curiosity, did you ever hear anything out of Iowa? I mean, this is objectively better, because NO SNOW, but inquiring minds and all that.) And yes, your mother is a terrible, terrible person.

Kindle advantage: being able to read after James has gone to sleep without having a light on and bothering him.

That would be...unwise. (The entire population of the forum severely underestimates my capacity to go completely mad with power.)