Aand the end! (You are exiled TO THE MOON.)
It also occurs to me now that I shouldn't have posted this so soon after posting my Yuletide letter because there are more people than usual ending up at my journal and oh gosh, guys, I am not always entirely insane, only when provoked! (Though I do turn reasonable things into treatises on gender a lot lately, so that part is probably true.)
This is quiet even though I'm almost shouting, sorry! My phone is not entirely excellent. Also, you can tell the bits I outlined and wrote down because they don't have a million 'ums' between them.
P.S. Randall Munroe also believes that sex and gender are really complicated so that makes it the most complicated thing in the universe, QED.
Once upon a time, evilhippo went in the wrong direction on the blue line and got bored and made a voice post. One thing she must point out, though, is that she is well aware of the fact that if one train goes by in one direction and you miss it, taking the next one in the other direction isn't going to fix it. She's just used to the trains to O'Hare going farther north than she needs to go, and therefore doesn't take them. The Clinton stop is not one she's seen often! (She also seems to have had trouble coming up with the correct phrase for "underground" or perhaps "into the subway". She also seems to be way more self-deprecating in the third person. But at least she's safely in the dorm and about to take a nap, now that it's a good hour later than this was recorded.)
Visual aid, though I promise I'm not tired enough to not be able to see colour. Those things are maroon... and holy crap that guy looked like a rather solid ghostly-spectre of Harper coming to get me. It's a very, very good thing I didn't stay behind my prof, because when I started laughing he so would have turned around.
And, you know... obviously I only ever phone-post when I'm either not talking like myself, or too tired to be particularly eloquent... Alas.
But hey... I'M DONE!!!
( The Script )
Also... I'm sorry. chocolatemoose dared me, and my honour was at stake.
Oh, and don't forget to check out its companion piece here. I think this debacle has broken me from the valley girl accent for a good few months. Oh yes.