Hands Hec a barbecue fork.
Stands nonchalantly by trying to look not!enabling.
Fuck that. This should be fun, and I don't have anyone in barbecue fork range to skewer myself.
goes to pop popcorn
Yeah... That went well.
Mal ,'Trash'
Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Astarte - Sep 20, 2005 2:32:33 pm PDT #4205 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.
Laura - Sep 20, 2005 2:33:00 pm PDT #4206 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
{{Hec}} Oh my. No head exploding. Except the management fucko fuckwits that need to have exploding heads.
I skipped. {{all of ya}}
Astarte - Sep 20, 2005 2:35:10 pm PDT #4207 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.
And I just heard on the news that Rita is headed our way.
Fuck the fucking fuck. Why did I move to Texas again?
erikaj - Sep 20, 2005 2:36:16 pm PDT #4208 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Oops. Manager fell on a barbecue fork. But the firm doesn't own a barbecue fork. I suspect rogue NorCal vampires.
dw - Sep 20, 2005 2:37:19 pm PDT #4209 of 10001
Silence means security silence means approval
I hate them all and want to stab them in the head with a barbecue fork!
Head? Wouldn't it be better to aim for something softer and more likely to cause lasting Pavlovian pain?
My confession: I have been bored silly at work for three months now. I'd love to get a new job, but my options would be to either a) take a pay cut to be a web lackey elsewhere in the university, b) take a pay cut to run a program elsewhere in the university, or c) leave the U for more money -- and say goodbye to thoughts of getting a master's, at least for free.
If you can't tell, I'm overpaid for what I do, but underpaid compared to what a private sector person could make.
Sigh.
P.M. Marc - Sep 20, 2005 2:48:04 pm PDT #4210 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
If you can't tell, I'm overpaid for what I do, but underpaid compared to what a private sector person could make.
When was the last time you checked the private sector?
FTE w/benefits, that is. Not the recockulous amounts I'm occasionally paid to be a trained monkey with no actual standing or future. All reports indicate that private sector around here fails to be all that and/or a bag of chips.
(Sure, it could have improved in the last 12 months, but given the track record for tech jobs in this city, I doubt it.)
Atropa - Sep 20, 2005 2:50:35 pm PDT #4211 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
(Sure, it could have improved in the last 12 months, but given the track record for tech jobs in this city, I doubt it.)
It hasn't improved. At least, not from what I've heard from FTE friends.
ChiKat - Sep 20, 2005 2:54:02 pm PDT #4212 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
I'm at a classroom in the computer lab at school. Our class has the room reserved for class, but there are a lot of people here not in my class. Technically, class doesn't start for 10 minutes. I hope my teacher kicks these Outsiders to the curb because they are annoying.
Emily - Sep 20, 2005 2:54:59 pm PDT #4213 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
There's no room for a chair in my room. I'll figure it out, though.
There is, however, a chair in my room! No, really. No, it is that heap of clothes.
Anyway, studying was accomplished. Wish me pentagram-geometry luck.
billytea - Sep 20, 2005 2:55:29 pm PDT #4214 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
We just saw two completely black squirrels in our yard. I've never seen anything like that before. I think they may harbingers of evil. Which, not surprising up here.
There were plenty of black squirrels in Philly, though I was still way boggled when I first saw one.
I hate them all and want to stab them in the head with a barbecue fork!
Remember Gandhi, Hec. I reckon he'd aim for the lughole. You should do that.