Right now, Ursa Major takes up the view from my room. Pretty. :D So, Public Observing Night Part 2 went fairly well. It was saddly cloudy, and the worst part is the fact it cleared off at around nine. Ah well, I supposeit's alright. I do say though, paper and pens are apparently not safe around me, but some people seems to appreciate my random doodles as they were signing out. We ended with ...
Okay, SO. Being Erica , take two: Item One: Tom Wexlar Is Dead. ...or not. Or...kind of? Maybe? *whirly eyes* Theory #1: he jumped off that building in 1998, and died, and is now some kind of angel/ghost/spiritual whatever. I think this theory is rather too straightforward (and full of mystical nonsense of the sort this show hasn't ever shown itself to buy into) to be at all interesting, ...
... I could put insulation up there. Not to mention put anti uv and reflective tint on all the windows. First removing all these useless awning windows and replacing them with double hung and casement style. The new whirly bird on the roof is working well, they still have to come and install a second one to replace the poor old battered one that's been up there for more than a decade. Kitty is well,...
... It's something that my grandfathersort of taught me. He taught me about whirly-gigging kite string. All you have to do is take a rectangular piece of ... over wires. Now, when I go looking for something specific, I send my whirly-gig up to where my 'eyes' are, and I look to see what's connected to it, and how strong. That is, if I have a whirly-gig to send up. If I don't, then I have to construct ...
...that’s what he says. And though I don’t think Mommy understands when I say I love him too- I say it anyway. I like to pretend he does. But tonight is a little different. Suddenly there’s a loud whirly noise and Mommy jumps a little. Picking me up, we walk outside together. There’s a big steal ship in our yard. Uncle Caboose, and Doc are already out there. So is Daddy. They’re all starring at it....
... Anyway, I had a great time hanging out on Midsummer Common with Nana and Chloe - the fairground rides and snacks were quite extortionate, so we decided to go on one ride, the biggest one XD It was the whirly super-tall blue neon one. And just as we paid for our tickets, the booth lady told her heavy to raise the price from £5 to £6 O_O;; We grabbed some toffee apples, then Matthew found us ...
... as I just wrote and rewrote four different paragraphs of tl;dr pseudo-sci-babble before getting whirly eyeballs and deleting my last attempt, for which you're all very grateful. Suffice it to ... which means we've now seen multiple time travellers skipping around on multiple, coexisting, active timelines, and *WHIRLYEYES*. You're very grateful I deleted the other stuff. Very. And as if the ...
... I was going to be speaking on a panel about creative nonfiction on Friday, I figured I should read some creative nonfiction. Jimbo had all sorts of noisemakers, from an egg timer to a honky horn to a whirly light thing, all signals that we should wrap up and finish so we could get through everyone in the allotted time. Before I was up, a woman read a story in haiku, a guy read some terrible ...
..., and a few shots, but tonight, after everything they talked about, Hutch thought it would help. Hutch patted his arm and leaned in as they walked. “On a date.” Starsky looked up at the sign. “The Whirly Bird.” Starsky guessed. “Is that a…” “Yup. Looked it up today. They say it’s the biggest and nicest around in your Apple.” Teasingly, Starsky said amused, “Are you picking me up?” He never ...
