Oh, that's cool; I didn't know that. But you don't live here, right?

Correct. I'm a federal employee in DC, living in the VA suburbs. For employee-attorneys, the feds only want you to have a bar membership in some state. There are actually several UNC alums/NC bar members around here (fitting, since it's banking regulation).

Good luck with the interview, Dana.

This one threw me because I was expecting German dystopia, and got superheroes.

And really, with Seth it probably could have gone either way. Though I suspect that superhero action figures are easier to find.

Heh, Metropolis action figures would be right up there with the "My Dinner With Andre" action figures.

But that's OK, because he sucks.

He's the Sub-Submariner.

because apparently helping people does not fall under his purview as help desk guy.

This reminds me of a story from work. We were trying to get a computer hooked up and called the help desk to send someone down to help. Someone comes down and needs someone to turn something on, so he makes a call.
Guy: yeah, I need someone to flibberty flobbet.
Speakerphone, snottily: did you call the help desk?
Guy: I AM THE HELP DESK!

Metropolis action figures

Isn't that pretty much what Oscars are?

I think I'd OD on caffeine before I ever reached a point where I'd consumed enough.

Mostly I was thinking that I needed a little less gronk to parlay anything into porn successfully. Worry not, though; today I am stuck in a persistent state of gronk.

It's for a job I'm not sure I want, least of all because I didn't catch the company name when she called me to set it up yesterday.

People call me up every day, tell me their names and where they work and that so-and-so gave them my number, and I always forget it two seconds later. It's like hysterical short-term memory loss, or possibly like my ears think I'm in a Charlie Brown cartoon.

Yes, Project Greenlight is on Thursdays now.

Good luck with the interview Dana!

Congratulations on passing the ethics exam, Stephanie!

It's like hysterical short-term memory loss, or possibly like my ears think I'm in a Charlie Brown cartoon.

I think part of it is that I'm always expecting these calls at home to be a telemarketer, so I don't really care who they're harassing me on behalf of. By the time my brain catches up, it's too late.

good luck Dana.

Jesse - I cannot be trusted with food questions like that. I tend to eat things unless they smell or have visible mold. I have also given myself food poisoning 3 times.