This should come as no surprise!!
Baboon dads affect the reproductive rates of offspring with involvement with their daughters.
This should come as no surprise!!
Baboon dads affect the reproductive rates of offspring with involvement with their daughters.
This is stolen, holus bolus, from a wikipedia article on Anti Patterns.
How many of these classic screwups characterize your organization?
… that was blocking my brain?
I wrote FOUR SONGS yesterday. One is a love song to Al Swearengen from Deadwood – one is a blues tune about the Blue Hell, a bar from the Fred Pohl Heechee Chronicles – one is a narsty emo bytchefest between Gelis and Niccolo from Dunnett’s series which references their ongoing telepathic mindgames – and the last is a breakneck, kickass song about the current culture war between faith and reason.
The “If I were Al Swearengen” song nearly fell out of my head right after I wrote it. When I wrote it, I thought it was all in the same time signature – silly me! Then I go to sing it back and the choruses don’t work. What happened? (Or as Paul remarked, “You weren’t recording it?”) It’s in two time signatures (waltz and mildly syncopated 4/4) which is just bloody bizarre but completely fits the mood of the song.
Anyway, I suspect that somebody went to a shrine somewhere and prayed for me, because that was the most amazing thing that’s happened to me in years. That sound you hear is a giant mental drain unclogging.
I light a candle for Patricia, who has an owie. (Further details as authorized).
I light a candle for Katie, who will love Daxus until death or something like it. I was that stupid at 19, but at least I loved worthier men.
Daughter Katie here; Jeff to arrive sometime in the early afternoon, maybe earlier.
Happy sigh.