I have got to remember not to talk about dismembered fingers at work, especially during lunch.
Honestly, you meet the most appalling sort of people....
Giles ,'Chosen'
What Happens in Natter 35 Stays in Natter 35
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.
§ ita § - May 06, 2005 10:58:22 am PDT #1935 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
sarameg - May 06, 2005 10:58:54 am PDT #1936 of 10001
OK, how I really wanted my dad to email me back?
I think I really didn't. Upsetting. Grrr.
flea - May 06, 2005 11:07:21 am PDT #1937 of 10001
information libertarian
My boss found a box of floppy disks that are about 8 inches square. I have never seen a floppy that big, and my memory of computers goes back to about 1982 (5th grade, we played lemonade stand and programmed a turtle in school with an Apple). We are now pondering a display case of the weirdest/oldest shit found in our file drawers.
DXMachina - May 06, 2005 11:11:35 am PDT #1938 of 10001
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
Ooh! 8" floppies. Those *are* old. Late seventies or so.
Sue - May 06, 2005 11:11:37 am PDT #1939 of 10001
hip deep in pie
We once found a dirty turkey baster, that was used for a science experiment then thrown in a box.
And a bag of Teddy Grahams from 1995...that was in 2001.
sarameg - May 06, 2005 11:13:31 am PDT #1940 of 10001
My parents have a huge stack of boxes of punch cards (they make excellent flash cards, flip books and such so dad hoards them for mom.)
Jesse - May 06, 2005 11:24:57 am PDT #1941 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I remember 8" floppies! My dad had an "awesome" stock market game on 8" floppies at his office when I was a kid.
lori - May 06, 2005 11:27:59 am PDT #1942 of 10001
I just had my favorite pork rind tacos at La Cabanita. They raised the price on the lunch special by a buck, though. Harumph.
msbelle - May 06, 2005 11:30:52 am PDT #1943 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
people, I am a clutterbug, but office clutterbugs scare me.
boo hiss on bad Fridays. I just dropped stuff off with a vendor and he was less than pleased that I did not get to hiom until 4pm on Friday. oops. The fault lies with people at my school who kept acting like they would take me and then decided no. They made me take a car service and for some unknown reason I was talkative to a stranger (the driver) - of course this led to him giving me his # and letting me know that I could always call him directly when I need a car. THIS is why strangers are not to be spoken to or looked at.
sarameg - May 06, 2005 11:32:21 am PDT #1944 of 10001
THIS is why strangers are not to be spoken to or looked at.
Bwahahaha.