Oh, that is lovely Heather. I'm sorry about the work error, and the wrinkles. I hope the boss shakes it off quickly and applauds you for your quick-thinking in fixing it.
And, IOgN, the DVR just resurrected itself! It's working perfectly!
Old trusty soda machine. I push you for root beer, you give me Coke.
Willow ,'End of Days'
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Deena - Feb 20, 2005 9:10:46 am PST #2173 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Ginger - Feb 20, 2005 9:12:13 am PST #2174 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Is it really mean of me to want to upgrade my own laptop and give the one we have now to the kid who needs a computer, instead of buying said kid (who is too broke to afford the computer he wants) a brand-new desktop system?
It is not mean. It is a perfectly reasonable solution that spreads the happiness around further. Go laptop. Choose laptop.
I have no idea when Oprah is on either. I'm going to have to look it up and set a recording, in part because I'm going to have to fast-forward through all the parts that aren't my niece. Oprah gets on my nerves.
Deena should also have a new computer.
I'm not really afraid of dying. I'm just afraid of my mother seeing my Visa bills.
Beverly - Feb 20, 2005 9:14:32 am PST #2175 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Aww, Heather, what nice guys. And what a great thank you. I'm glad you like your Charlie.
Yay for ZINGS, Deena.
DH is online on the laptop in the same room as me. He keeps reading stuff aloud from these health websites, while I'm trying to read and think and type. I love him dearly, but why won't he just go play on the desktop in his office? Doesn't he know this is my time to catch up with the people in the box?
Daisy Jane - Feb 20, 2005 9:16:16 am PST #2176 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
They really are the nicest guys, but Mr. H's regulars usually are. They're always doing stuff for us just cause.
Ginger - Feb 20, 2005 9:16:41 am PST #2177 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
And, IOgN, the DVR just resurrected itself! It's working perfectly!
Yay! But keep an eye on it. It may have come back wrong.
Beverly - Feb 20, 2005 9:18:06 am PST #2178 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Quick, Deena, put the DVR up high, somewhere the babies can't reach it!
Heather, five months is plenty of time for you to rescue your boss' bacon several times over, and make him appreciate you for the stellar employee you are. Not to worry.
Oh Ginger, if your mom sees your VISA bills and you do know about it? You get to giggle and smirk, 'cause what's she gonna do, kill you?
Strix - Feb 20, 2005 9:19:19 am PST #2179 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I'm not afraid of dying; I'm afraid of pain, or a vegetative state.
Ugh.
So I didn't see Constantine last night; felt much to grubby for the ppublic. Instead I rented Resident Evil II, Hero, and Shaun of the Dead.
Shaun of the Dead wan't as funny as I wanted it to be, but I lovedlovedLOVED Hero. I want to design a unit plan around it, with Catcher in the Rye, and Joseph Campbell and The Oddyssey and talking about heroism and antiheroism! It would be SO COOL.
However, about 8 minutes into the film the subtitles turned from English in Spanish and I was freaking out, asI understand Cantonese (or Madarin, whatev) not at all, and only a little Spanish. But I switched to English for the Hearing Impaired, and it was ok. That fight in the forest -- man, that was just gorgeous. It was just a wonderful film.
Daisy Jane - Feb 20, 2005 9:24:53 am PST #2180 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I meant to say something about people dying and being gone. I think I've mentioned before I have a- I don't want to say bad reaction- but a reaction to really old things. I get vertigo if I'm alone in museums. My favorite bar in NO is hundreds of years old and I get dizzy and queazy walking down the stairs. It's overwhelming to me to think that hundreds or thousands of years ago, someone just like me or someone I know walked down those stairs or played with that doll in the case or walked past that frieze. There's some sort of connection with the rest of the human race, past and present, that gives me the spins.
Deena - Feb 20, 2005 9:27:42 am PST #2181 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Bev, it is up high, and now we're investing the money we set aside to repair it into an entertainment center with the slots for the bits and pieces up high, instead of underneath, the TV.
Strix - Feb 20, 2005 9:28:37 am PST #2182 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I had -- not a dizzy reaction -- but this weird fugue state in a museum in London, where there was a wall inside the museum that they had built around and included in the musuem's makeup that was one of the preChristian walls of Londinium. I just leaned against it (probably wasn't supposed to) and thought about all the people who has leaned against that wall in the exact same way -- Roman soldiers, hookers, vegetable sellers, beggars, theives, statesmen, priests -- for centuries and it just was one of the quietest and largest moments of my life.