Buffy ,'Chosen'
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.
in an enclosed space, I think Homer could take ita.
ION, I am now working on the layout of a publication. Having no experience in this area, I have done layout and "design" of 2 brochures, 2 invitations, a newsletter and now an order form. thanks goodness for MS publisher wizards.
I SWEAR I AM NOT A RODENT. Of any size.
Even unusual?
I swear I'm not really a rodent. Or a cowgirl. But I do wear glasses, and use a laptop. Please adjust your mental images accordingly.
See, now this is exactly the kind of denial we heard from Holli about being an Eskimo. And we all know how that turned out.
Jesse, that sign is lifted straight from ASL. No adaptation required.
I'm just saying that people still sending their kids there is easily a show of legitimate support of an innocent man.
This almost sounds like a joke, but it's from Wired:
Apparantly, iPods are very popular amongst Microsoft employees. Management has issued memos trying to persuade employees not to buy iPods....
Trudy, if you mean by "easily" "is a valid interpretation", then you're right. If by "easily" you mean "obviously", then you're wrong, as I can think of at least one other valid interpretation, namely starfucking.
I'm just saying that people still sending their kids there is easily a show of legitimate support of an innocent man.
What Betsy said. It doesn't prove anything, either way, and that was my point.
Having no experience in this area, I have done layout and "design" of 2 brochures, 2 invitations, a newsletter and now an order form.
Now you're an experienced designer! Add to resume.
Jesse, that sign is lifted straight from ASL. No adaptation required.
Yeah, I figured. Then it makes sense -- it's a big leap to make for a baby, but nsm for a grownup.
Even unusual?
Even unusual.
Okay. I am at work. My office still has not been cleaned. The rodent is dead. The maintenance man ever so kindly showed me it, with its snapped neck.
I want to cry. I know it's not here anymore, but I seriously HATE rats, and there are rat things everywhere. It is requiring major willpower to sit in this office. I am sweating, and it's not cold in here. I don't know what to do. I really really really need the hours at work, so I can't just quit. And they're not going to give me a new office. And I went to talk to my boss, who's very nice, but she didn't get the fact that this is a phobia of mine. This is what she said. "Oh, I meant to tell you that there's a rat problem in this building. That is why you need to treat your office like a campsite, and take any trash that might be a problem to the dumpster outside. At least now you know." And I was all, okay. I didn't know. I certainly know now. I had no idea that when I had chocolate milk on Monday, and I threw my empty carton in the trash it would have such hideous consequences.
God. My hands are kind of shaky right now.