Maybe it is the Plague, shrift.
Oh, that explains a lot. It's the Stupid plague.
Xander ,'Get It Done'
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.
Maybe it is the Plague, shrift.
Oh, that explains a lot. It's the Stupid plague.
I have jury duty next week; I shall attempt to dispense justice where Emily couldn't (or at least I'll be Big and Blue).
I find the inconsistency to be the most annoying thing, myself.
Yes. This. For the love of all that's holy, YES. You never know what to expect or where they're going to require you to remove objects that got nary a nod at another airport. It's fucking frustrating as hell.
Alibelle!!!
LUCIUS!
Perkins!!!
Dr. Scott!!
Rocky!
Am I the only one who cracked up at this? Seriously, there was *almost* coffee on my monitor, literally.
Some kind of IQ bomb that went off in the atmosphere this morning and blanketed the Earth with stupidity like nuclear winter?
I spent my morning writing pointless Manhunter fic, so I'm going to go with yes on that one.
pointless Manhunter fic
Kate Spencer?
I seem to have lost the love for that title.
Yep. Kate Spencer.
I spent my morning writing pointless Manhunter fic, so I'm going to go with yes on that one.
I've spent all day dealing with people coming to me with problems similar to the CD-ROM drive = cupholder legend. And this sinus headache has me a little dead in the brain, so it's taking me a little longer than usual to figure out that we're lost inside of a paper bag.
Time for mental flamethrowers!
It is Budget Time, which means my boss' brain has entirely evaporated. She's so overwhelmed by the whole idea that she basically wants me to do it for her. (We have a really easy budget, so I could, but damn it, if I'm going to spend that much money I'm going to raise my salary first of all.) I must find a way to escape before the annual "how do I print an excel file" freakout occurs. I have already mentioned to her that we have Excel for Dummies at the Reference Desk. Two copies.
All right, who got dog hair all over my keyboard and mousepad?