Where's my Calgon?

Likely stolen by those sneaky, small, and very relaxed Calgon gnomes.

But I still reserve the right to make fun of SoCalistas for whining about bad weather because of 10 rainy days.

But I'm whining about the implications. I'm whining about how it fucks with my day to day life by shifting traffic, making commutes dangerous, damages my property (and I don't even have structural damage, like Polgara, just leakage) ... I mean, I like rain. Well, I like it in Jamaica and New Orleans. NSM here. It's too disruptive.

But as a midwesterner who grew up in the snowbelt, I reserve the right to make fun of folks in the northeast who bitch about snow or run to the grocery to stock up on toilet paper, bread and milk at the announcment of a storm.

Heh.

More on Blockbuster fraud:

New Jersey has accused Blockbuster of perpetrating a fraud on its customers with its "no late fees" policy, saying that the video renter does not inform them of hidden charges. Under Blockbuster's policy, if customers do not return a video within one week after renting it, their credit card is charged the cost of buying the movie. Renters are then given one month in which to return the movie for a refund, less a $1.25 restocking fee. New Jersey Attorney General Peter C. Harvey said in a statement that customers are being ambushed by Blockbuster with the hidden charges. A spokesman for the company said that the customers are phoned after the one-week grace period and informed that they have been charged for the video. If they wish to return it for a refund and tell the customer representative that they were not aware of the restocking fee, it is waived the first time, the spokesman said.

But I still reserve the right to make fun of SoCalistas for whining about bad weather because of 10 rainy days.

We're in a desert. This has the sort of implications of a hurricane on the East Coast. Mudslides, people getting swept away in floods, there's a house in Silverlake about to collapse on stables full of horses while the owners try and get them out.

It's one thing to bitch about the rain in a, "gah this is gloomy and shitty" sort of way, but it's reached this sort of Edge of Disaster here, and now it just seems like the harbinger of fire which will kill people and destroy property, homes, lives in just a few months.

I may be oversensitive. I like thunderstorms and rain a whole lot, I love cool weather, but this is just nervous-making.

But as a midwesterner who grew up in the snowbelt, I reserve the right to make fun of folks in the northeast who bitch about snow or run to the grocery to stock up on toilet paper, bread and milk at the announcment of a storm.

Don't forget the bottled water!

So apparently, people from the other campus want to come here and schedule a meeting with three people on this campus (including me) who all work in different offices and have other work to do, in order to make sure our cover memos all look the same.

I think Emily's department people must be smoking the same thing as my department people because I got an email last week about the placement of the college logo on all meeting agendas. Why does it matter that some folks had it centered while some had it flush left? I don't know.

Sure. But as a midwesterner who grew up in the snowbelt, I reserve the right to make fun of folks in the northeast who bitch about snow or run to the grocery to stock up on toilet paper, bread and milk at the announcment of a storm.

I think the thing to remember is, that we should all reserve the right to make fun of anyone else. Because it's funny! And otherwise, we'd be talking about cat behavior and olive/tomato preferences almost exclusively.

I'm all for the giving of the business.

Emily's MemoGate story is also funny.

Hearing about everyone's crappy days makes me glad I stayed home sick. I mean, it's still a crappy day, but it didn't involve leaving the house or dealing with people.

I reserve the right to make fun of folks in the northeast who bitch about snow or run to the grocery to stock up on toilet paper, bread and milk at the announcment of a storm.

Oh god, hell yeah.

Likely stolen by those sneaky, small, and very relaxed Calgon gnomes.

Step one: steal the Calgon! Step three: profit!

So it turns out that the people talking about the memos are actually the people I deal with on a regular basis, and I like them a lot. But I do wonder why they couldn't just... tell us.

At this point, I'm thinking maybe they just want a field trip. One of them just announced that she got another job and will only be here another couple of weeks anyway.

AND I HAVE TO EAT FROM THE CAF TODAY.

Not because of the rain, so you can't laugh at me for it.

I'm laughing at you right now. AIFG.