: Bored Kerry beat Doanwanna Messwithcode Kerry into submission. You'll see your watery one again when I do the Blood Nexus site. (And although do I have my psycho moments of "that's it, I'm erasing all trace of myself from the internet--Twitters, website, books, EVERYTHING," I have thus far refrained from taking any DRASTIC action during those moments. [Only Twitters, Yahoos, and other talky places suffer. {So far.}])
: Holy Cow! I had a second of stomach-sinking where I thought maybe I'd come to the wrong page and you were gone, but then I adjusted. I love it. It's really awesome.
: I was acosted by someone--someone PERKY--at work at 3 o'clock this morning, who insisted upon engaging me in conversation. My contribution consisted of *snarl* and *growl* and *stare of death*. Just because I'm ambulatory at 3 a.m. doesn't mean it's safe to engage me, people.
: Hmm. I will have to make up lies about having an interesting life and send you an email, in that case...
: And, btw, I DID read the part about it only being for major announcements. I just like getting email from you. ;)
This picture was in a Barnes and Noble email.
Am I the only one who thinks those kids are going to get yanked into that pitch-blackness under the sofa by something with sharp claws and glowing eyes while mom is distracted by Facebook? “Look, Timmy, it’s a kitty! AaaaAAAAiiiiIIIIeeeeEEEE!”
There is also nothing about that picture that says to me, “BUY BOOKS!”
Like, you know, maybe BOOKS.
Perhaps I’m missing subtext. “Buy books or we’ll send our SOFA MINIONS to snatch your children!”
I WANT ONE OF THOSE. Do you know how many people I could feed to that thing?
Should be an optional accessory when you purchase a living room set, your choice of two ugly table lamps or a sofa minion.
I have a sofa minion. Her name is Spastic Kitten. Her victims, they are legion.