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*dies laughing*

As a side effect of losing all my posts-with-comments, LJ now thinks I have made nearly 50,000 comments and received 1400.

I'm on the positive side of the comments-posted-versus-received ledger for the first time in years! This makes me look like a way better person than I am.

(Uh. Please don't take this as encouragement to get me up past that fifty-k mark. My poor inbox couldn't take it.)

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I FOUND THE BRAVE SUPERHERO'S LIST.

I thought I'd repost it here. BECAUSE I FOUND IT. My day just got a tiny bit brighter.

(Incidentally, Jack Harkness scores big time for following #4 during Greeks bearing Gifts.)

( The Brave Superhero's List )

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So I had work today, and wrote and read and uploaded some posts and generally did my thing. We're still feeling Coworker J's departure keenly, but I'm told he, or someone to replace him, will be back within the month. Good, because I need a desk sub on the 22nd (it's Company Bondage Bonding Day again) and, well, everyone kinda needs to go to it.

I'm slowly whittling down the lists of Posts I Really Want To Recover -- I found my account of Pops Goes The Fourth in Boston, which for some inexplicable reason was posted on the seventh. I'd forgotten my horrific sunburn. Totally worth it, though.

It's kind of funny, now when I go to post I automatically want to hit the "backdate entry" button, and then adjust the datestamp.

I actually am culling quite a few entries, just because they're unimportant or they're fic posts and the fic is already archived. And sometimes they're just random quotes, which I can stash just as easily elsewhere.

OR I COULD SHARE THEM WITH YOU!

"Where are you my little object d'art? I am going to collect you!" -- Pepe le Pew

"The Southern Baptist Convention has issued Sunday school lessons on how gays and lesbians can change. We can change. I've been much happier since I stopped being a Baptist." --Letter to the editor of the Des Moines Register from reader Fran Bailey, Feb 8th 1999

And as a bonus, James Marsters in 1980.

Oh, Jimmy. That hair.