I was going to quoteback Dana's "Happy Mardi Gras. Accept no substitutes." but that was a while ago, I lost the quote to something work-related, and I'm too lazy to page back and find it.
Nevertheless, my answer was going to be, "I think this means I need to buy beer on the way home and make sure to watch House," which isn't all that interesting.
I finally got a security badge for our client headquarters. They didn't tell me they were going to do it today. In fact, I was standing in front of a pillar looking harried when they took the picture, so now I have a godawful security badge picture for the next year.
Psychiatrists are now measuring evil.
Researchers have found that some people who commit violent crimes are much more likely than others to kill or maim again, and one way they measure this potential is with a structured examination called the psychopathy checklist.
As part of an extensive, in-depth interview, a trained examiner rates the offender on a 20-item personality test. The items include glibness and superficial charm, grandiose self-worth, pathological lying, proneness to boredom and emotional vacuity. The subjects earn zero points if the description is not applicable, two points if it is highly applicable, and one if it is somewhat or sometimes true.
Anyone go to a Bladerunner place?
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Did not realize how hungry I was until you all went pizza crazy. DAMN YOU!
hmm - should I eat now knowing I will be having faboo food at like 7?
Stout, if you please.
Stouts okay if there is no Porter.
Actually, stout, porter or trappist ales and I'm good. And maybe a weizen.
The items include glibness and superficial charm, grandiose self-worth, pathological lying, proneness to boredom and emotional vacuity.
Shit. I may be in trouble.
tommyrot wants to disturb people today.
Someone hand him a slice of pizza.
juliana's pizza sounds yummy, too.
lisah, will you autograph my CD the next time I see you? Pretty please?
All that said, I don't much like Yorkies. But the one Yorkie I ever really knew was extremely nast, so I blame her thoroughly and remain determined to challenge my prejudice by making the acquaintance of another Yorkie at some point.
Oh, you need to hang out with my sister's Yorkie. Bacall is 3 pounds of pure enjoyment. She's got attitude, but nasty isn't in her genes. Smart as a whip, too. When you see just the tip of her tongue hang out because she's exhausted herself playing with you, you'll melt. I promise.
DF and I have 2 cats and a dog. Lucky and Reggie act like dogs, and Coco's sole purpose in life is to make the cats play with her. It's not unusual for all three animals to have draped themselves on one of us at one time.
Shit. I may be in trouble.
Dana is me! Then again, we all knew that. She said, charmingly.
The items include glibness and superficial charm, grandiose self-worth, pathological lying, proneness to boredom and emotional vacuity.
Shit. I may be in trouble.
Pfft. You're not
that
charming.
See, that didn't even feel good. Couldn't someone else set me up for that joke? It's not right to say that to Dana.
