Wait, what??? Damnit, there go my plans for the afternoon.
Well, you know if NASA can't, pretty much means we're screwed.
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.
Wait, what??? Damnit, there go my plans for the afternoon.
Well, you know if NASA can't, pretty much means we're screwed.
Yes Lee. If I controlled the universe, you wouldn't have the papercut. I swear. I'd make someone else get the paper cut.
I'm still catching up. Have I mentioned my Logan on Gilmore Girls love. Basically catching up is all about the Seth/Jack/Logan love.
Is it wrong that I want to see The Wedding Date ?
Damnit, there go my plans for the afternoon.
I know, right? Now that I can't control the universe, I may as well go get a pedicure instead.
If sarameg and kat are here, I need to share the wonder that is the shoes my friend bought (1/2 price!) at ma petite shoe this weekend. They are going to get their own party soon... [link]
I think I'll go trudge through the snow in search of lunch.
I wish I could do this. Unfortunately for me everyone left the office and someone has to watch the phones, so I can't leave until someone gets back.
Lunch? Isn't this Jesse-gets-a-haircut day?
Not yet, stalker.
sara, upside down or not, it's clearly giving us the finger.
mmm....pizza.
NASA
I can't believe they're going to let the Hubble die. That sucks.
Is it wrong that I want to see The Wedding Date?
Since Jack Davenport is in it, I'd say no, it's not wrong at all.
Yes Lee. If I controlled the universe, you wouldn't have the papercut. I swear. I'd make someone else get the paper cut.
That would be good. Could you also make someone else get the work I'm supposed to do today?
Welcome back, Kat!
If none of you guys controls the universe, can you please tell me who does? I'm trying to de-bug a working-on-another-computer simulation (which means, it doesn't have any mistakes. This computer just doesn't like it) and I can't fix the not-broken thing in any way that will please the "golem" and an intervention from the controller-of-the-universe may help. Maybe. Thanks.
[Edit: my post # has the consecutive digits, but not in order. Similar to the simulation. I see a pattern here. Maybe my compiler controls the world. That could actually explain a few things]
If the janitor at work tells me I look sexy, again, we're going to have to have an uncomfortable conversation. It's creepy.
I had the guy at the fish counter try to flirt with me when I was buying salmon last week. I. Don't. Think. So.
DH gets to buy the fish from now on.