'Objects In Space'
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.
I am glutton for punishment!
No, you just want to make me feel nice, not like I missed congratulating you on the finishing of your degree. It's really kind of you, to take a whole another class just to make me not feel like I've been neglectful.
Which is a strange way to spell "congratulations!" and "Yay you!", but there it is.
It's really kind of you, to take a whole another class just to make me not feel like I've been neglectful.
When you put it this way I feel so kind and selfless, instead of slightly unhinged.
Ha! My evil plan is working, or something.
When you put it this way I feel so kind and selfless, instead of slightly unhinged.
Hee!
I have a telephone interview at 8 EDT tonight...job-ma would be appreciated...
beautiful day that stupid wirk WILL NOT ruin. I took a long walk into work today and saw blooming azaleas and people gardening and YAY SPRING!
Now I must call and scream at some people.
Ha! My evil plan is working, or something.
Evil in the way that evil is...incredibly sweet...and...kind. Hey! that's not evil at all!
Kristin, I'll be asleep then, so I'm vibing starting now, OK?
msbelle, I hope the screaming doesn't spoil the beautiful day for you.
Thanks Nilly! I'm sure the vibes will travel through time and space.
All the flowering crap does make me more cheerful in the morning, I must admit.
Someone's cologne is making my eyes watery .
It appears I have a new problem pet here at work. I swear, I don't know how I collect these people, but they suddenly decide to talk to only me. Which of course means they get all cranky at me when I have to *gasp* make them wait for an answer until I hear back from my usual contacts. And they always have to be the scary important ones. Or the ones that think they are.
One of the most beloved words among the physicists is "negligible".
This is why I could never be a physicist -- I'm really not comforted by the fact that the particles that make up my body probably won't cease to exist from one moment to the next. Dabbling is all the knowledge my brain can handle without rolling itself up into a fetal position and sobbing desperately in the corner.