…that rather than generate a barely-adequate blog post or even hassle you to buy my book (see what I did there?) I’m going to leave you with a ridiculously adorable .gif and then go read comic books on the couch until I fall asleep. Because screw consciousness right now.
Tag: .gif
In which I tried, really, I swear
Man. Even by my substantially-lowered ISTEP season standards, I have nothing tonight. I had a long, distressing meeting after school– yes, a two-hour meeting that started after school ended on a Friday– and it’s rather sapped my will to live. And I just found out this afternoon that a student’s mother died abruptly yesterday (the service is tomorrow, meaning I won’t be at OtherJob), and Raymond’s in the hospital because the doctors can’t get his seizures under control.
Maybe shoulda put those three things in a different order, I dunno. I think it’s a night to curl up with a book and TV.
So, yeah, forget about me tonight. Have three insanely creepy Willem Dafoe .gifs instead:
(True fact: the boy just ran in here, and his bewildered reaction to the .gifs has substantially improved my day.)
No morning drive, no blurred headlight
It must be Sunday– I’ve got a million things that I *could* be doing, and a slightly smaller set of things that I’d *like* to be doing, and I’m doing none of them in favor of staring at my computer and idly surfing Gawker network sites over and over again.
There is nothing new on the Interwebs right now, folks. I promise; I’ve looked at all of it today.
Here, have a completely ridiculous .gif. There’s a longer version floating around somewhere; the deer is fine.
(Huh. .gif is malfunctioning for some reason. Have the YouTube version.)


