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My real home in Seattle, that is, not my spiritual home of the Haunted Mansion. (On one of my times through the Haunted Mansion, I asked the cast member at the door for my renter's agreement. He looked down his nose at me and said, in appropriately sepulchral tones, "I was not notified, miss".)
Anyway, there will be a longer post later on about my trip, and the things I learned at Disneyland. But for now, my usual post-traveling plea: I love you people, but you talk A LOT, and I don't think I'm up to a "skip=500" on my FL. If something happened that you think I should know or that you want to tell me about, please leave a comment.
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poh: I got to see some of the costumes from the new Star Trek movie at the movie theater we went to. The Romulans have your ninjer boots.)
Now, back to job-hunting. Whee?
Anyway, there will be a longer post later on about my trip, and the things I learned at Disneyland. But for now, my usual post-traveling plea: I love you people, but you talk A LOT, and I don't think I'm up to a "skip=500" on my FL. If something happened that you think I should know or that you want to tell me about, please leave a comment.
(Oh, and an aside for
poh: I got to see some of the costumes from the new Star Trek movie at the movie theater we went to. The Romulans have your ninjer boots.) Now, back to job-hunting. Whee?