Just general whininess, which a Klondike Bar has failed to cure!
Bah.
I will be working clothed. It's a thing.
Well, sure, in your office. I'm just saying that is not what separates the freak from the non-freak.
To commemorate a past event, you kill and eat an animal. It's a ritual sacrifice, with pie.
Anya ,'Sleeper'
Natter 36: But We Digress...
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.
Jesse - Jun 24, 2005 5:32:52 am PDT #4213 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
§ ita § - Jun 24, 2005 5:34:10 am PDT #4214 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Well, sure, in your office.
And in my home, for the record.
I'm just saying that is not what separates the freak from the non-freak.
It's on the list.
Near the top.
Connie Neil - Jun 24, 2005 5:35:28 am PDT #4215 of 10001
brillig
What would I do for a Klondike Bar?
Heh.
Damn, I wish I had a working freezer, I know of no place that sells Klondike Bars individually.
JZ - Jun 24, 2005 5:35:39 am PDT #4216 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.
Just general whininess, which a Klondike Bar has failed to cure
That's unpossible!
Looniversity crap, or general trapped-indoors-on-a-lovely-day malaise?
My own whininess: I am dreading going in to work. Assloads of typing to do, and it's not like I've been slacking off (more than usual) this week either. It's just that all the talky people I have to type up this week are very talky, and the stuff that usually takes 45 minutes is now 3-4 hours a day. Which, since I still have another 6 hours' worth of work a day anyhow, is fairly disastrous.
But at least, for now, I'm at home, slounging around in my prettiest pajamas, and at 4:00 I get to take a short break to trot around the corner to the circus camp and watch Emmett do trampoline work. It's not a Klondike bar, but it'll do.
Vortex - Jun 24, 2005 5:37:09 am PDT #4217 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
I should strip for the call, just on principle. What fun is working from home if you can't be naked??
when I worked at home, I took a perverse pleasure in tallking to people in my jammies. The more important you were (or thought you were), the less I bothered to dress.
Fred Pete - Jun 24, 2005 5:43:21 am PDT #4218 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
Ah, memories of my first on-campus interview during law school. I was wearing shorts and a polo shirt, barefoot, and hadn't shaved that day.
The firm had canceled the physical on-campus interviews but called me and conducted the interview over the phone.
tommyrot - Jun 24, 2005 5:44:04 am PDT #4219 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Muppets Statler, Waldorf review movies
LOS ANGELES, California (Hollywood Reporter) -- Curmudgeons don't come much more lovable than Statler and Waldorf, the grumpy old men who offered unsolicited and witty comments on "The Muppet Show." Now the puppet duo is getting a regular spot on [link] to share their inimitable reviews of upcoming films with online fans.
"Statler and Waldorf -- From the Balcony" kicked off Thursday with their remarks on Friday release "Bewitched" and "War of the Worlds," which opens next Wednesday.
Lee - Jun 24, 2005 5:52:05 am PDT #4220 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I've sat through a conference call in the office with no pants on.
Only once though.
Theodosia - Jun 24, 2005 5:55:40 am PDT #4221 of 10001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Perkins, all it takes is once for a girl to get a reputation. I'm just sayin'....
Lee - Jun 24, 2005 5:56:41 am PDT #4222 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
My door was closed.
Mostly.