Arctic Wasteland
Oct. 5th, 2004 02:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liptonrm_backupIt is so freaking cold. The furnace at home is broken, the furnace at work is broken and I just want to curl up under a blanket and never come out. Now begins the season of cold hands that are never truly able to get warm.
I was hit by a bolt of inspiration a few days ago. I love postcards and I know I'm not the only person in existence who has a fascination with seeing little pieces of distant (and not-so-distant) lands. So, fellow lj-ers, how does a postcard exchange sound to you all? If you would like a postcard from my fair city then all you have to do is let me know in an email and I will send one off. And, if you would like to send me one then you can go ahead and say so in that same email. Sometimes it's just nice to get something real and tangible through the everyday mail.
I was feeling rather apocalyptic this weekend, what with the fire that was burning in the fireplace all day and the reading of an old favorite, Alas, Babylon by Pat Frank, a story set in the 1960's that tells of the aftermath of nuclear war. Seeing Shaun of the Dead only enhanced that feeling. I really need to learn how to smoke meat and bank a fire, just in case Bush wins the election in November and order and stability collapse in the United States.
Sometimes I think it would be nice if adults got to have nap-time just like the kids in kindergarten.
I was hit by a bolt of inspiration a few days ago. I love postcards and I know I'm not the only person in existence who has a fascination with seeing little pieces of distant (and not-so-distant) lands. So, fellow lj-ers, how does a postcard exchange sound to you all? If you would like a postcard from my fair city then all you have to do is let me know in an email and I will send one off. And, if you would like to send me one then you can go ahead and say so in that same email. Sometimes it's just nice to get something real and tangible through the everyday mail.
I was feeling rather apocalyptic this weekend, what with the fire that was burning in the fireplace all day and the reading of an old favorite, Alas, Babylon by Pat Frank, a story set in the 1960's that tells of the aftermath of nuclear war. Seeing Shaun of the Dead only enhanced that feeling. I really need to learn how to smoke meat and bank a fire, just in case Bush wins the election in November and order and stability collapse in the United States.
Sometimes I think it would be nice if adults got to have nap-time just like the kids in kindergarten.
