"Are you my mummy?" (courtesy
hazejam)And another for the self-serving science collection. (courtesy
sclerotic_rings, of course)Not that I would ever suggest this had any truth to it whatsoever.
Apparently the neopagans were right about Christians. How annoying. (courtesy
cavalorn,
ihcoyc)Socrates, Aristotle, Thrasymachus and Alcibiades in Quentin Tarantino's Republic Dogs. (courtesy
apiphile)
I need your assistance. I have house sale documents to be witnessed. According to the WA Transfer of Land Act 1893, they may be witnessed by: a notary public, an Australian consular officer (their hours are sorta inconvenient and I basically need to do this ASAP), an elected member of Parliament (ditto), a judge or magistrate, someone qualified and entitled to practice law, a doctor, a civil, electrical or mechanical engineer (?!), a school teacher, a university lecturer, the mayor of a town or city or a bank manager (not branch manager). Do any of you fit any of these (a few of you do) and are you available this weekend, though not tonight? (Note: "Please ensure your witness includes their full credentials or if available, they may include a stamp with their details.") Thank you!
Tonight
redcountess and I hope to make it out to
duster340's birthday drinks and dinner, if Liz doesn't melt in the heat.
I am MAN Man, the superhero with the powers of a Man. As well as grunting, farting and drinking beer, these include conducting an emergency cleaning of
arkady's flat. It is now luvverly. There's floor space and everything. Arkady and I give our profuse thanks to
hairyears,
neonchameleon and
barbedwirekiss for their hard labour on her behalf!
(Now Liz says I can't ever get out of housework at home. Bugger.)