Since I never posted about it, what do you figure happened with my National Novel-Writing Month effort?
How much do you pay for parking at your job?
Engage with me, if you will, in a thought experiment. In order to save the Earth from total destruction at the hands of a kinky race of politically motivated space aliens, you must have sexual relations with a postwar president of the United States of America. Who would you do?
At my office, I am really most like:
Now that I am once more in possession of a digital camera that is not in my phone, what do you think I should take and post pictures of?