hisherness

there can be no order in the myspace chaos. myspace must be destroyed, the world cleansed of its cancerous influence by fire. or at least bleach. - hisherness

on the plus side, i'll be spending a LOT of time in libraries, so that'll be fun. we have damned good libraries, if you know how to use them. it'll be an adventure in urban hermitage. - hisherness

sorry, son. there's a big difference between you and many deserters given refuge for Vietnam. you weren't drafted. you signed on the dotted line of your own free will, so i suggest you learn your regs (LOAC/UCMJ) well enough to identify an unlawful order and back it up at a court martial. get your tail back to the states and deal with the consequences of your decision, because that's what it was ... YOUR DECISION. and yes, i've spent over a year out there, so don't tell me about the war. i *know* about the flippin' war. - hisherness

on a related note, y'know what song i really hate? "Bodies" by Drowning Pool. i HATE THAT SONG. ever imagine what a dog used for fighting feels like when its cage is rattled before a "match"? it feels like that damned song. i heard it once on the street when i came back, someone's stereo at an unreasonable volume. it was so hard not to scream. i hate that song so much. i understand why they want to run. i do. but it still wasn't a draft, and they don't have that option. - hisherness

seriously. just leave Jack Burton alone. - hisherness

well, that's sordid. - hisherness

why didn't they find a woman to report? for the love of ... how petty can you get? here's the idea of equality. they don't go out of their way to find women to report. they don't go out of their way to prevent women from reporting. equality isn't a silver platter. geez. - hisherness

so, what you're saying is that "stay at home mom" now means "rampant immature angst-ridden stupidity." right-o. and people wonder why sexism won't go away. here's a tip: separate yourselves based on a characteristic and that characteristic will be an issue. do so and behave like an idiot, and that issue will become an -ism. if you weren't so foolish, the rest of us women could make a bit of progress. - hisherness

the lawd's own truth. - hisherness

bunk bed related injuries? it's a gold mine of hilarity, but i bet some kids actually do hurt themselves, so i'll leave it. bunk bed related injuries. - hisherness

the problem with this is now i'll have to make up stories about these siblings in the stormy chaos of what remains of my mind. dang it. who could they be? - hisherness

oh, now, that's going to have a bit of the wailing and the gnashing of teeth. down and up? ooooh, you hate the p2p. you HATE it. - hisherness

archaeology sounds difficult enough without all of this red tape nonsense. ganbatte. - hisherness

that's not the little matchstick girl *i* know. swallow, swallow, little swallow, do as i command you. - hisherness

haha! now *that's* the Air Force i remember. how nostalgic ... we lived in condemned buildings while the officers had new houses built and their old houses sat vacant. - hisherness

noooooo shit. - hisherness

lord ashendale? ... LORD ASHENDALE?!? i adore this comic. - hisherness