Jayne: Captain, can you stop her from bein' cheerful, please? Mal: I don't believe there is a power in the 'verse that can stop Kaylee from being cheerful. Sometimes you just wanna duct tape her mouth and dump her in the hold for a month.

'Serenity'


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.


§ ita § - Jun 08, 2005 11:52:28 am PDT #515 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

You were asked to rewrite a resignation letter? Wow.

Guy was living in severe denial -- was still offering me my job back, a year later, after I'd moved out of the country. Of course, I was replaced by an hourly consultant and a new in-house employee, both working 40 hours a week to do my job. He basically just wishes he'd paid me what I had asked for.

He showed me the letter and said, "I accept."

Okay, ow. Some lessons you don't want to have to learn with such .. clarity.


JohnSweden - Jun 08, 2005 11:56:38 am PDT #516 of 10001
I can't even.

I disagreed, throwing down my hat, and the little pin they'd given me as an award for selling so much per hour, and said I most certainly could, would, and did quit

Love it. The little tin dictator I yelled at on the air didn't like me because he wanted part time on-air people to take extra hours soliciting advertising clients (dude, I was a DJ. I suck at sales). He came by to chirp at me because I had a buddy in the library pulling records for me to play, so I gave him both barrels when he came around a second time to harp at me. (This is a guy who never acknowledged the on-air people.) The expresion on the face of the guy who was going on air after me (a guy from Montreal called Harry K) was just priceless, as he had the speaker on in the other studio and could see the conversation through the glass. Telling the station manager to get stuffed, live, hurt me so badly that my next job was in a bigger market for more money.


Aims - Jun 08, 2005 11:57:22 am PDT #517 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Some lessons you don't want to have to learn with such .. clarity.

No kidding.


Jesse - Jun 08, 2005 11:57:58 am PDT #518 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Rebecca Romijn does have a sick waist/hip ratio. (Sick in a good way, I mean.)

Oh, I heard something amusing to me the other day -- the bad boss who fired me called one of his predecessors recently, looking for a consultant who does what I do. The predecessor he called? The woman who hired me, who I'm still friends with. What a jackass.


JohnSweden - Jun 08, 2005 12:00:46 pm PDT #519 of 10001
I can't even.

It's kind of good to see Rebecca Romijn these days.

She looks pretty good, but yeah, the uber-tone will come again. Jerry O'Connell is keeping himself in good shape, good for him.


Jesse - Jun 08, 2005 12:03:04 pm PDT #520 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I wonder if what's her name with the dry eyes responded to an ad like this.


§ ita § - Jun 08, 2005 12:04:30 pm PDT #521 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

OMG. Why do you need to have epilepsy for that? It's WEIRD. There are going to be medical tests, I bet you.

I've just sent out a wave of almost passive-aggressive e-mails covering my ass and nagging people. Why can't people just act right?


Jesse - Jun 08, 2005 12:05:29 pm PDT #522 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

What IS her name? Jeanine Something?


Kalshane - Jun 08, 2005 12:05:41 pm PDT #523 of 10001
GS: If you had to choose between kicking evil in the head or the behind, which would you choose, and why? Minsc: I'm not sure I understand the question. I have two feet, do I not? You do not take a small plate when the feast of evil welcomes seconds.

Don't have any dramatic quitting stories. The only time I've quit that wasn't by the book was when I was working two jobs, one at my current place of employment, but not my current postion, and the other at Montgomery Ward. One morning I simply decided I liked getting a full night's sleep better than working my butt off at Monkey Wards for their crap wages and just didn't bother going in. I never told them I quit, never got a call from them asking where I was. I still have my register key, not that it means anything considering they went belly up six months later.


bon bon - Jun 08, 2005 12:06:58 pm PDT #524 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

Boo on the comments below the Romijn pic. For goodness's sake, what is wrong with people? I sent those to my BF, b/c he likes hippy women.