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So, the answer to that burning question I know is on all your minds . . . what Spider-Man 'ship am I?
The results I got:
(*insert broken link to Peter/Norman image here*)
The results I would have been just as happy with:
(*insert broken link to Norman/Harry image here*)
Yeah, that's right. I'm a big ol' incest shipper. Honestly, if anyone reading this is surprised then you haven't gotten to know me very well at all.
My dorkdom at work continued, though fortunately only in isolated incidents. The stupidest one was when I noticed that the regular coffee bean grinder was getting empty and went to refill it. Well, the bag I was pouring - a five pound bag, mind you - was almost empty when I noticed that there was a small problem.
It was a bag of decaf beans. So, since obviously I couldn't tell the difference between the regular and the decaf beans, it was all wasted. I had to scoop out five pounds of beans. Except I couldn't bear to waste them. So now I have five pounds of mixed coffee beans. Anyone want any?
Then, I got home - well, to my current hosts' home - and found Betsey, her older sister Abby, and their mom Ann preparing to head mallwards. So I went with them and spent sixty bucks. And some of it actually got spent on practical things (an alarm radio and a pair of pants), which is a major victory for me. The rest of it went to the second of the two Moulin Rouge soundtracks, a copy of Witches Abroad by Terry Pratchett, and volume one of Ultimate Spider-Man. Oh, and two little Spider-Man vending machine stickers. *g* Hee, guess what my Obsession of the Day was?
Then we joined up with the dad, David, at a little seafood restaurant (commemorating Abby's last day at home before she goes out to Italy for six months to a year) where we proceeded to wait over forty-five minutes for our damn food. Meanwhile, Betsey's blood sugar was plummetting because she hadn't eaten since noon and it was one eight. The food was worth the wait, though, even if it is sitting rather uneasily in my stomach at the moment.
So, now I'm back "home" and feeling quite awake, chatting with Mandy, being entertained my my US-M book and just generally quite happy. Not a sucky day at all. (Aside from the fact that I can't type at ALL today.)
The results I got:
(*insert broken link to Peter/Norman image here*)
The results I would have been just as happy with:
(*insert broken link to Norman/Harry image here*)
Yeah, that's right. I'm a big ol' incest shipper. Honestly, if anyone reading this is surprised then you haven't gotten to know me very well at all.
My dorkdom at work continued, though fortunately only in isolated incidents. The stupidest one was when I noticed that the regular coffee bean grinder was getting empty and went to refill it. Well, the bag I was pouring - a five pound bag, mind you - was almost empty when I noticed that there was a small problem.
It was a bag of decaf beans. So, since obviously I couldn't tell the difference between the regular and the decaf beans, it was all wasted. I had to scoop out five pounds of beans. Except I couldn't bear to waste them. So now I have five pounds of mixed coffee beans. Anyone want any?
Then, I got home - well, to my current hosts' home - and found Betsey, her older sister Abby, and their mom Ann preparing to head mallwards. So I went with them and spent sixty bucks. And some of it actually got spent on practical things (an alarm radio and a pair of pants), which is a major victory for me. The rest of it went to the second of the two Moulin Rouge soundtracks, a copy of Witches Abroad by Terry Pratchett, and volume one of Ultimate Spider-Man. Oh, and two little Spider-Man vending machine stickers. *g* Hee, guess what my Obsession of the Day was?
Then we joined up with the dad, David, at a little seafood restaurant (commemorating Abby's last day at home before she goes out to Italy for six months to a year) where we proceeded to wait over forty-five minutes for our damn food. Meanwhile, Betsey's blood sugar was plummetting because she hadn't eaten since noon and it was one eight. The food was worth the wait, though, even if it is sitting rather uneasily in my stomach at the moment.
So, now I'm back "home" and feeling quite awake, chatting with Mandy, being entertained my my US-M book and just generally quite happy. Not a sucky day at all. (Aside from the fact that I can't type at ALL today.)
