Dana, yuck. I've heard rumors about such people, but I've never observed one in the wild.

I think I'd be more inclined to shove his phone up his ass sideways than club him to death with it.

"Don't you want your cell phone to be on your ground floor?"

OK, maybe that makes no sense....

Dana, that sounds like this scheme I heard two guys discussing over lunch one day at P.F. Chang's. It was awesome, though, because it was in Spanish. So I accidentally started translating random things I overheard, and then when I realized it was basically a pyramid scheme, I couldn't stop listening. So hysterical.

On the way back to Michigan, I had my first experience with a passenger not using caution when opening the overhead compartments, and his luggage fell on my head.

I may be suffering from post-con depression.

It sounds like you're suffering from post-con concussion.

Dear matlab

Just because Nilly is not yelling at you is no reason to take advantage of her goo dnature and crash. Give her the graphs and no one gets hurt.

Sincerely

-t's submissive and loyal Excel program

-t makes her program wear a collar, doesn't she.

Not all the time. Just when it needs a reminder.

tommy, no, it has to run all the way.

I'm consoling myself with the fact that I managed to dodge this one without my whole computer crashing. I have a couple of simulations that are running for a week now. Last week's crash killed the very ones, right before they ended, so I had to start them over, hence the week-long run. Of course, I needed to have that data for tomorrow's meeting, but I can't help that - I can't rush the computer. [Edit: of course now I imagine a group of tiny pixelized cheerleaders, with tiny pom-poms, shouting and singing to the computer in the hope of making it run faster]

That sucks, Nilly. I hope it gets fixed soon.

Oh, and the really distasteful thing about it was that the product, which is apparently this, is some sort of miracle drug according to him. Shrinks cancer tumors, cures diabetics, eliminates pain, blah blah blah. That part really sounded slimy.

Yeah, I can't really picture a society where "Sorry, I overslept" is a good excuse to skip work. (But if anyone knows of one, please let me know so that I can move there.)

Hell, I'd be happy if I could use insomnia as a reason to call in sick. Granted, since I haven't actually slept where my alarm has woken me up in so long I can't recall it, I wouldn't be using the "overslept" excuse anyway.

How many toasters does Suela have by now?

I know she gets one for me. Anyone else here?