The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

Sod off. That is all.

I've been meaning to do a big entry with all the interesting links I've gathered over the past couple of weeks, but this deserves an entry all to itself.

"Disaster waiting to happen," indeed. It's a disaster that's already happened, except nobody's bothered to realize it yet.

November is going to be a fiasco fit to make the election of 2000 look like a dress rehearsal.

Now excuse my while I resume stewing in my own irritability today. At least everyone else on base is in just as pissy a mood, for exactly the same reasons...

You may henceforth refer to me as Countess McTwitch

Terrifyingly accurate in many ways. The name I use to sign my checks translates into Pope Dances with Chipmunks, which is just as good.