I am going home. This is not because I am done with my work, but rather it is because the person preparing the documents I needed to review and send out today decided that S0000071519 was the number immediately before S0000715202, and labeled several hundred pages accordingly, and I would like to not be in jail.
'Hell Bound'
Natter 32 Flavors and Then Some
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.
I would like to not be in jail.
Makes sense.
Me, I just looked at one apartment and I hate the hunting already. I hope my building managers agree to fix the cabling.
... with random phone chat with some Australians who mistook me for a British guy in Chicago.
... decided that S0000071519 was the number immediately before S0000715202, and labeled several hundred pages accordingly, and I would like to not be in jail.
OK, sometimes a more dull life has its rewards.
I am going home. This is not because I am done with my work, but rather it is because the person preparing the documents I needed to review and send out today decided that S0000071519 was the number immediately before S0000715202, and labeled several hundred pages accordingly, and I would like to not be in jail.
Once again, Math is Evil.
I commend your restraint about the preparer. Not sure I could hold back.
That Pirates of the Caribbean T-shirt ita linked, has information about the shirt, off to the right side of the photo. I must have been reading it out of the corner of my eye, without realizing, because it took a moment to process this fragment:
Orlando Bloom as Will Turner from Pirates of the Caribbean. Allow up to 5% shrinkage after washing
Narrator! You're still alive. Whup still evil?
Narrator! You're still alive.
That's a matter of opinion. But thanks.
Whup still evil?
Oye.
Boss still smell like feet sauteed in ass?
And ... I just spoke to the maintenance manager. I don't care if he's mad at Adelphia. He needs to not yell at me. It's official. He refuses to speak to Adelphia about what it'd take to fix the signal. So either I suck up lousy reception and kinda glitchy internet, or I ... t shudder ... move.
Boss still smell like feet sauteed in ass?
That 'bout sums it up, yup.
The Ineluctable Modality Of The Risible
Ha! One Friday afternoon when I was in college one of my friends locked himself in his apartment with a copy of Ulysses and a stack of carefully rolled joints, declaring that he would read the entire (gigantic) book in one sitting.
When we checked on him on Sunday we found him sitting on the kitchen floor surrounded by wrappers of snack foods, repeating "Ineluctable modality of the visible" over and over.
For years after that we used "Ineluctable" as a slang term for "wasted."