Dept. of Random Shallowness:

I recently stumbled on this TomKat article from way back in June: [link] and I am so baffled at never having come across it before. Was this discussed? Did I just completely skip over the hivemind's @@ and squickage over the tremendous creepiness of the missing 16 days? Did I in fact participate, and have I completely forgotten because the laryngitis caused the bottom half of my brain to fall out my ass?

Dept. of Random Vindictiveness:

Tom DeLay possibly getting arrested, even for just a minute before instantly making bail and going back about his shady business, is just so beautiful. I can't wait to see Jon Stewart bounce and squee about it tonight.

The grossest part to me, LeN, is the fact that they started getting wet again as soon as the signs came down. Like *that's* supposed to be business as usual.

The grossest part to me, LeN, is the fact that they started getting wet again as soon as the signs came down. Like *that's* supposed to be business as usual.

Or like people won't know NOT to do it without a sign expressly saying not to. Maybe there should be "Don't stab yourself in the eye with a fork" signs. And "Don't set fire to your cube-mate's hair."

Did I just completely skip over the hivemind's @@ and squickage over the tremendous creepiness of the missing 16 days?

That is seriously freaky.

So is that TP thing. Do I even want to know?

Burrell! It's been forever since I posted with you! I'm so glad I can get to wish you a happy birthday to your face screen.

what it means when someone dies between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. That's when my father passed away. I know it's propitious, but I don't really know why.

I need to check it out to give you a definite answer, I don't want to make some unbased assumptions. Is that OK?

Burrell,

The grossest part to me, LeN, is the fact that they started getting wet again as soon as the signs came down. Like *that's* supposed to be business as usual.

yes. that is just so ick. yuck.

LeN -- I can't imagine that if you can (and will) avoid wetting the toilet rolls, that you wouldn't just, you know, AVOID IT. I can't even work out how to wet them the way they are.

I'm going to kill my body. I'm getting bursts of silver running down the sides of both retinas. I just want to curl up away from the world while everything heals miraculously and without external intervention. Someone with a nice voice and strong hands bringing me tea would be great.

Just overheard a co-worker agree to bring another co-worker all of Pink Floyd's music. Good thing he confirmed at the last second. Turns out that she really wanted Pink's music. That'd have been some crushing disappointment.

I have a demo/presentation to give in 30 minutes. I told them I needed a completed questionnaire to prepare it. Guess what I don't have?

But guess what I do have?? No, you never will. A mutant bifurcated bone in my foot. Not only is it bifurcated, it's not even bifurcated in the normal direction.

Apparently it has nothing to do with the shooting pain, though. Ah, well.

JZ, clearly Katie was getting pregnant during those missing 16 days. They may have needed to try different style basters.

I copy-check my email better than this woman copy-checks an application to the US Senate to become one of the most powerful people in the world.

Having edited hundreds of pages of poorly written copy, I can state for a fact that Miers' writing skills are on par with some of the best public health minds in the world.

This facts makes me weep for the English language and all other written languages.

Never saw that article before, JZ. That's highly disturbing.