except I don't have any to kiss
any of those ones in your classes. go. take. kiss.
is your cell fried? you have #s, go on.
I fed off a flowerperson, and I spent the next six hours watchin' my hand move.
Spike ,'Same Time, Same Place'
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.
msbelle - May 06, 2005 12:04:27 pm PDT #1965 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Lee - May 06, 2005 12:04:28 pm PDT #1966 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
By the way, the only reason I am posting right now is that I am taking my first Actuallunchhour! of the new job to sneak in some reading and posting. It feels like I am cheating, in totally the good way. Yay!
eta:
I TAKE DAYS OFF!!!
Uh huh. And how much time did you spend thinking about Krav so far today?
§ ita § - May 06, 2005 12:05:20 pm PDT #1967 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
any of those ones in your classes. go. take. kiss.
not. going. to. krav.
See the viscous circle?
Betsy HP - May 06, 2005 12:06:24 pm PDT #1968 of 10001
If I only had a brain...
People are REALLY STUPID.
I have an injured rotator cuff. I need to do exercises to keep it un-injured. One of my prescribed exercises is "scaption depresson"; unfortunately, although my physiotherapist had a machine that isolated scaption depression, my company's gym does not.
Me to random trainer: "I need to isolate scaption depression, can you help?"
Random trainer: Gee, I don't know, ask Rita.
Me to Rita: I need to isolate...
Rita: No, I don't know anything about that. You need to talk to company physical therapist.
Me to CPT: I need to isolate scaption depression.
CPT: I can't talk to you unless you have a workman's comp-related injury. Anyway, the trainers know more about the gym than I do; I don't even go there.
Me: The trainers sent me to you.
CPT: ...
Not gonna help you.
Me to trainer: PLEASE will you tell me about scaption depression?
Trainer: You need a weight room orientation. Sign up for an appointment.
How frelling hard is it to know which muscle groups are worked by which machines and/or weights?
msbelle - May 06, 2005 12:06:40 pm PDT #1969 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Perkins, we are having lunch together (don't do the math). bad job. no biscuit.
Scrappy - May 06, 2005 12:10:25 pm PDT #1970 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Cheat away, Perkins!
DavidS - May 06, 2005 12:15:13 pm PDT #1971 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I haven't gone to lunch yet.
I fell into a big project this week for my boss' boss, and my boss' other boss. (That is to say, on two entirely branches of the org-chart.) Both of whom were reporting to a Really Big Partner who wanted the info for a partner meeting.
Which was stressful because it was short notice and complicated and required lots of effort. But it was good because I'm the only person who could really do it, and I did a really good job and I needed a project to shine on.
Which I did.
But today they wanted new reports which have taken up all available lunch space. They're done now, though. Also an immediate boss is gone this afternoon. So, I'm thinking there may be a wee bit of sliding this afternoon.
Sparky1 - May 06, 2005 12:15:47 pm PDT #1972 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
Perkins! Sunday? Sounds good. Call ya!
erikaj - May 06, 2005 12:21:34 pm PDT #1973 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Last time I thought I was gonna faint, I was dehydrated, I think. Because when my friend K. said "What did you drink today?" I said "Um..." Lisah, hon, totally thought of you today as some twirp in yahoo said he thought Baltimore was not portrayed well in H:LOTS.(I told him DO NOT watch the Wire if you think that.) I don't agree, obviously. I have not ever really had a fancy brunch.
JZ - May 06, 2005 12:33:07 pm PDT #1974 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Perkins, I shall reply ASAP.
I'm not liking May 2005 very much. It has a big grandfather-shaped space where my grandfather ought to be, it appears to be twisting various Buffistas up into knots, it's playing havoc with my husband's stress level, and now it has gone and stolen Eyes from me. What a stupid bastard month. You've got 25 days to shape up, you lazy bastard. I'm watching you.