How the hell does she DO that?

This is from Ukraine's Got Talent and it's AMAZING:

You can't get that song out of your head after looking at my icon, can you?

And now I want ice cream and cake. Le sigh.

Also, I woke up this morning with a plotbunny where God takes all the holy books back and makes a teenage atheist start writing a new one. A version 2.0, if you will.

My muse doesn't smart small, does it? Heh.

And it's got Sally Sparrow!

Oh, my, that trailer's lovely.

So, yeah. My nips say hi.

Oh, my God, it's FREEZING in Panera. I hovered over my soup trying to soak up the warmth and finally just gave up and ate it. And now that I'm done I can't concentrate on writing because I'm starting to worry about frostbite in my extremities. Let's see if I can lose a toe to hypothermia in August!

*sigh*

That said, two bits related to the earlier plotbunny popped into my head on the way to Panera:

1. God blanking every page on every Bible, Koran and whatnot, and then randomly replacing the missing words with "Be excellent to each other" after watching the Bill and Ted movies.

2. This exchange:

"It's okay if you don't believe in me, you know."
"If you say 'Because I believe in you,' I will punch you in the face."
"Of course not," God said dryly. "You're clearly a figment of my imagination."

Yeah, I don't even know, you guys, seriously.

I'm clearly trying to get on some banned book list.

The atheist is female. And possibly a lesbian.

Also, due to people's beliefs having some influence on the poor deity and their illogical conflating of "using condoms" and "impeding God's will," thereby implying that if God really wanted to knock you up a measly bit of rubber would be her undoing, God is allergic to latex. Maybe.

Oh, and I drove to Panera behind a van with a bumper sticker that says, "As a former fetus, I oppose abortion!" -- as if those in the pro-choice movement forgot we were fetuses too once upon a time -- so if I do write this book and manage to make it through without making some snarky remark about abortion, I believe I deserve a medal.

And I refuse to capitalize pronouns, because I'm a terrible person.

Quick question ...

Since I haven't been in high school in 1995, I can't really recall -- at which point during the senior year would school basically be a lost cause?

You know what I mean? At some point, you've taken the SATs, you've gotten acceptances from colleges, you all know what you're doing after graduation, and you're basically set ... except you still have weeks if not months left in senior year and you just kinda have to sigh and get it over with.

How long would that be? A month? Two months?

These are the decision that try a woman's resolve.

[Poll #1443572]

For the record ...

... if anybody's got a better idea for a title for that story, I am all ears.

I work better with a title in hand and seriously, those are the best my brain will let me come up with. *sigh*