25 years later, I'm ever so grateful for those who never lost the nerve to speak up to dour old men. You are heroes all.
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The growing repertoire of "career" fiascos can be seen here.
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25 years later, I'm ever so grateful for those who never lost the nerve to speak up to dour old men. You are heroes all.
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The growing repertoire of "career" fiascos can be seen here.
Well hello there.
As some of you may have surmised, The League is in transition. This has not been entirely straightforward, because me. Headquarters, dismantled in July, will remain so for a bit longer. In the interim, brothers have been wed, speeches given, babies visited, space-time bent, essential cords for useful technology misplaced. I've slept on two floors, one roof and nine beds in five states; the cat, slightly fewer. We abide, but grow weary of doing so out of suitcases.
Much of this is due to resolve over the next few weeks. Thanks for your infinite patience! Vast improvements in League post frequency are planned from its more northerly vantage point. Though you'll perhaps be disappointed to learn that my new neighbors seem to be the quiet and unassuming type.
Guess what I've been doing all month.
Other years summed up here.
Somewhat disheartened by pie, I decided to surprise the gathered masses with a new dessert on this festive occasion. I settled on a "Magic Chocolate Flan Cake," because I once saw one made on TV and HECK. YEAH.
Turns out, flan is not my strong suit.
So that was my day.
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