Shrift, in a minor bit of better news, I have mailed your glam music to you. Should be there in a couple days.
Monty: Whaddya mean she ain't my wife? Mal: She ain't your wife... cause she's married to me.
'Trash'
Natter 40: The Nice One
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.
DavidS - Nov 03, 2005 9:56:44 am PST #1092 of 10006
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
shrift - Nov 03, 2005 9:56:49 am PST #1093 of 10006
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
After a wild-eyed appeal to my boss, he went off to tell Big Boss that our department will NOT be attending the retreat tomorrow, at least in the morning, in order to deal with the network issues.
I am happy to trade four hours of sitting at my desk visibly working like a demon for four less hours of PowerPoint and Skits with Props.
shrift - Nov 03, 2005 9:59:48 am PST #1094 of 10006
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Shrift, in a minor bit of better news, I have mailed your glam music to you. Should be there in a couple days.
w00t!
Almare - Nov 03, 2005 10:12:59 am PST #1095 of 10006
"My drink preference does not indicate my sexual preference. "
Skits with Props.
Despite knowing better, I find myself having to ask what kind of props?
Matt the Bruins fan - Nov 03, 2005 10:38:08 am PST #1096 of 10006
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
Note to self: Reconsider storing bottle of naproxen on desk next to similarly-colored and shaped bottle of white-out.
§ ita § - Nov 03, 2005 10:39:57 am PST #1097 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I've just committed a huge familial faux pas. I have no words. Blaming it on concussion and being stunned at the gossip won't cover it. I've just named the elephant in the room we've been ignoring for years. Nothing good can come of it. I want to throw up. And it's not just the concussion talking.
Nora Deirdre - Nov 03, 2005 10:42:25 am PST #1098 of 10006
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
oh, no, ita. I'm sorry. ugh.
sarameg - Nov 03, 2005 10:42:35 am PST #1099 of 10006
Aw, I'm sorry ita. May it not be too rocky.
shrift - Nov 03, 2005 10:44:35 am PST #1100 of 10006
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Despite knowing better, I find myself having to ask what kind of props?
I do not know, as we have not yet had the annual meeting. But I saw a coworker walking around with a prop stop sign, and I imagine they have more props where that came from.
I want to throw up. And it's not just the concussion talking.
Oh, ita. I've totally been the blurter of the elephant before (helpful hint: when a family member's spouse is rambling on about his ex-wife, it isn't a good idea to ask, "Which one?" at Thanksgiving dinner), yet I have no helpful suggestions.
§ ita § - Nov 03, 2005 10:45:35 am PST #1101 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
It's making me want to cry. I'm going to be so horribly panicky, and to make it worse, I dragged someone else into it too. So it's not just me pointing at the huge pachyderm. I want to go home and ... I don't know what. I just don't want to read my e-mail ever again, either from the person I dragged down with me, or for the person I was talking to at the time.