You guys had a riot? On account of me? A real riot?

Jayne ,'Jaynestown'


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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Tom Scola - Jan 21, 2005 12:08:02 pm PST #9190 of 10002
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This morning they were saying that New York was supposed to be getting 4-6 inches of snow.

That's been upgraded to a blizzard warning.


§ ita § - Jan 21, 2005 12:08:17 pm PST #9191 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I'd be much more happy with using some sort of space-folding mechanism.

Maybe that's what it is -- maybe it just folds it right through you, and suddenly you're standing somewhere else.

Make it like that!


Katie M - Jan 21, 2005 12:08:46 pm PST #9192 of 10002
I was charmed (albeit somewhat perplexed) by the fannish sensibility of many of the music choices -- it's like the director was trying to vid Canada. --loligo on the Olympic Opening Ceremonies

You know you've been living somewhere with easy winters when your reaction to the words "blizzard warning" is a kind of wistful jealousy.


JZ - Jan 21, 2005 12:09:39 pm PST #9193 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

So while it is nice to speak to a human, and I understand that people's reaction is annoying, I tend to give the person I'm calling more information via voicemail.

And I understand that, but when it's a medical office in a subspecialty practice, it's just... fully half the calls that come here aren't actually looking for either me or my boss, but for the fellowship office or the clinic or the echo lab or the hospital billing department or whatnot. If I can talk to the people, I can figure out what they want and who they need to talk to and transfer them to that person instantly. My boss almost never answers the phone himself, and he's on the far side of 60 and only just last year figured out how email works so there's zero chance that any voice mail left for him would actually be picked up by him. It'd be me, slogging through the messages, calling each person back and playing 20 Questions until I find out what they actually want and whether either Boss or I can possibly help or if they need to talk to someone else.

And half the time I called people back, I'd get their voicemail, and half of the callers-back would get our voicemail, and so forth. Sometimes voicemail is best, but in this place it would suck serious donkey balls, and it does get kinda discouraging to hear people wilt at the prospect of talking to me.


Lee - Jan 21, 2005 12:10:36 pm PST #9194 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

That's been upgraded to a blizzard warning.

From Tom's link:

FINAL SNOW ACCUMULATIONS WILL BE 12 TO 15 INCHES BY SUNDAY MORNING.

That is so many kinds of wrong.


Daisy Jane - Jan 21, 2005 12:11:17 pm PST #9195 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Done with errands. Boss needs to get off the phone so's I can go home- or, y'know to the bar.


sarameg - Jan 21, 2005 12:12:13 pm PST #9196 of 10002

I need to go grocery shopping. Sigh.


Jesse - Jan 21, 2005 12:12:24 pm PST #9197 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I think blizzard is about wind, not amount of snow, isn't it?

I know people are a PITA, Jacqueline. Stupid PITA people.


Tom Scola - Jan 21, 2005 12:14:35 pm PST #9198 of 10002
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Jesse, according to the link:

A BLIZZARD WARNING IS ISSUED WHEN SUSTAINED WIND SPEEDS OR FREQUENT GUSTS OF OVER 35 MPH ARE EXPECTED WITH CONSIDERABLE FALLING AND OR BLOWING AND DRIFTING SNOW.


Jessica - Jan 21, 2005 12:14:36 pm PST #9199 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

I think my favorite part of the blizzard warning is:

STRONG NORTHERLY WINDS WILL PERSIST SUNDAY MORNING. THESE WINDS WILL RESULT IN BLOWING AND DRIFTING OF SNOW.

Just for the Brooklynites who have never, you know, encountered wind before and might be freaked out by the blowing and drifting of the snow.