I have a box of 5000 clips in my desk drawer.
Tara: Do you have any books on robots? Giles: Oh, yes, dozens. There's a lot of research to be done in order to--no, I'm lying. Haven't got squat. I just like watching Xander squirm.
'Get It Done'
Natter 34: Freak With No Name
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Aims - Apr 22, 2005 9:59:46 am PDT #8148 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Katie M - Apr 22, 2005 9:59:52 am PDT #8149 of 10001
I was charmed (albeit somewhat perplexed) by the fannish sensibility of many of the music choices -- it's like the director was trying to vid Canada. --loligo on the Olympic Opening Ceremonies
Happy birthday, Betsy!
flea - Apr 22, 2005 10:00:19 am PDT #8150 of 10001
information libertarian
The true problem is, her name is Krystal with a K.
(Apologies to all lurkers so named. But really, people - if you want to work for SPIN, pick a cooler name.)
JohnSweden - Apr 22, 2005 10:00:34 am PDT #8151 of 10001
I can't even.
I have a condo because I want to live downtown (after years of living in a nice 3 bedroom house in the burbs as an espoused person) and even small houses less than an hour away are two or three times what I can afford. So I have a very small place very close to work. As time goes by, I will get a bigger place when I can afford it, or if my circumstances change.
Calli - Apr 22, 2005 10:01:30 am PDT #8152 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Happy Birthday, Betsy!
She APPLIED for an internship and assumed she'd gotten it.
Hmmmm. If the application-to-acceptance thing worked like that, I'd have about 30 new jobs right now.
Laura - Apr 22, 2005 10:01:44 am PDT #8153 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Happy Birthday Betsy!
May you be poor in misfortune,
Rich in blessings,
Slow to make enemies,
And quick to make friends.
But rich or poor, quick or slow,
May you know nothing but happiness
From this day forward.
Allyson - Apr 22, 2005 10:02:13 am PDT #8154 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
I don't know why I'm writing this down, but sometimes when I hit "post" the embarassment goes away.
So I miscounted my period. By a WEEK. And I get to work, stand up out of my car, and there she is. The Woman Tax.
Sadly, there are no women in my building under the age of 4,583. In fact, most of the women I am close to here who wouldn't give me a lecture about how I am no longer in the 7th grade and should have something here in my desk are likely post-menepausal.
So I have to call someone I don't know very well, drive clear across lab, get the supplies needed, and race back. I'm in a terrible mood.
And then I remembered that lori works here. Which could have saved me a great deal of "I am not in the 7th grade and should have something on me" embarassment.
Daisy Jane - Apr 22, 2005 10:03:11 am PDT #8155 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Heh. One of the reasons she got was the font on her resume. She thought it was "creative."
amych - Apr 22, 2005 10:03:57 am PDT #8156 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I'd have about 30 new jobs right now.
So why haven't you taken a pricey apartment and invited us all to come along with you? Hmmm?
Aims - Apr 22, 2005 10:04:51 am PDT #8157 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
pick a cooler name.)
SanDeE*