Note: I don't actually approve of shanking.
Implied approval by omission. Deft.
I left my desk to go lie in my dark car, because pre-migraine and piercing phone conversation from the next cube weren't working well. Of
course
while I was in the structure I noticed a parking spot much closer to the exit, so I moved the car ... right next to a co-worker's car who was leaving. He's just far away enough from me network wise that explaining to him what I was doing in my car would sound like excuse-making. I hate the frailty of the human body, and my compulsion to make excuses for it.
I confess that I do indeed approve of fucking.
I hate the frailty of the human body, and my compulsion to make excuses for it.
Bah. Maybe you go into space, turn into a superhero?
Maybe you go into space, turn into a superhero?
But I'll make sure to stay
inside the ship but not behind the shielding.
Because, ewww.
That's about the only good thing the waves from Dennis have done. A town near here was still partly underwater yesterday. The storm surges were devestating. Most of the oyster houses were washed away, many people lost their boats and their livelihood. Buildings that survived Ivan (and a direct hit from Kate in '85) were washed away.
Hussy.
You called?
After 4 straight months of zero slack and 10-12 hour days, I am presently slacking a whole lot at work. I need more websites to read.
(not
presently
presently. Presently, I'm at home. I just mean, at work, these days)
You have definitely earned some slacking, Nora.
That Robot Chicken I just watched was the Most Buffista Episode Ever.
Monkey Batman!
And last week's
4400
was good too.
t /Tivo-delayed reactions.
