I first learned that term from a John Wayne movie.

I learned it in Full Metal Jacket during one of Lee Ermey's legendary rants.

I'm not wonderful in the morning -- I'm actually homicidal -- but I do manage to set my coffeemaker up the night before. And the only reason is because I know there's no way in hell I'll make it out the door without 2 cups in me, and that way lies unemployment, and I like having money to buy comics and booze.

In reading too fast, I got the Aggravation Fee and the reach-around confused for a second.

Heh. In reading too fast, *I* missed Susan's question, and wondered why Robin was just telling us, out of the blue, to think of hot guy-on-guy action. Not that I minded, of course, because I did, in fact, think of hot guy-on-guy action. Batman/Nightwing, for anyone keeping score.

There was a similar rant in Green Berets but it's possible I'm getting my Nams mixed up.

Is Jilli or Plei around?

Wouldn't these make great perfume applicators for BPAL?

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Deena, definitely tack on an aggra...aggre...fee for that client being such a pain in the arse.

Susan, I am also vanilla--so vanilla that I've never heard the term, as I didn't see TDS, last night. I fell asleep around 9. See vanilla.

I first learned that term from a John Wayne movie.

brenda, WHAT?

Ah...Emily has a good point. I could pimp our coffee maker if you decide you're in a market for a new one, Lee.

vw, you could pimp it to me. We need a new coffee maker. Our current one is somewhat...incontinent. It's a pause -n- serve model (which I prefer, but don't require), but the little giggamahoogey that needs to be pressed in, for the coffee to exit the filter cup and enter the pot is wearing out, or something. If you don't use surgical precision to ensure the coffee pot is sitting correctly on the burner, the coffee no longer drips into the pot. Instead, it backs up, and then grounds end up spilling into it. And then I cry. No. Really. It's not pretty.

It's a pause -n- serve model (which I prefer, but don't require), but the little giggamahoogey that needs to be pressed in, for the coffee to exit the filter cup and enter the pot is wearing out, or something. If you don't use surgical precision to ensure the coffee pot is sitting correctly on the burner, the coffee no longer drips into the pot. Instead, it backs up, and then grounds end up spilling into it. And then I cry. No. Really. It's not pretty.

Oh, god, I had a work coffee-maker that did exactly that. It was horrible. Crying while at work because the coffee-maker has overflowed grounds all over the kitchen does not advance one's career. And we didn't replace it, tragedy of the commons style.

Oh, -t. Didn't replace it? That's inhumane. There ought to be OSHA regulations about that.

I mean we are extra careful with this bad boy, because it's happened enough. We both check it obsessively, and yet every once in a while, we'll have a week where it happens for days on end. Last week was such a week--and we didn't have the money to buy a new one, until Thursday. Of course, it's been good as gold since Thursday, because it heard us plotting its demise.

Oh, -t. Didn't replace it? That's inhumane. There ought to be OSHA regulations about that

Small company, under the radar, and one of the managers was overtly anti-coffee. They're out of business, now, in fact.

I don't trust your coffee maker, Cindy, you better keep threatening it. Keep it on its toes.

I learned it in Full Metal Jacket during one of Lee Ermey's legendary rants.

Which were basically improv-ed by Eremy, though he'd probably said them often enough in his drill sergant days to have them comitted to memory. It also led to this memorable on-set exchange:

Kubrick: That's great, Lee! But what's a reacharound?

Eremy: Use your imagination, Stanley.

It took the end of Jon Stewart's piece for me to figure it out. I am unclear, however, is Alan Cummings' product a spoof or actually serious?

An unknown cat stood below my bedroom window and yowled at 5:30 AM, setting up a chain reaction: me grabbing Java to keep him inside, yanking the cat-door-flap out of the window, slamming the window, trying to get back to sleep, leaping out of bed to keep Java from killing the best tabby cat in the world whom he decided to mistake for the strange cat in his adrenaline-enduced rage. SIGH. On the plus side, I got up and went to the gym for the first time in forEVER. And had time for a latte!