We're always allotted a set number of holidays, which we get no matter where the actual date falls. This year brought me a 4 day weekend for christmas and a 3 day for new years, which was nice. I hate the times it is a random day in the middle of the week.

Prison Yo. I haven't seen TNG, Yo, which is what this spoof is based on, but it's pretty funny in its own right.

I'm thinking I may bail at 1.

We're always allotted a set number of holidays, which we get no matter where the actual date falls. This year brought me a 4 day weekend for christmas and a 3 day for new years, which was nice.

So are we, only we got 5 days for Christmas because the company celebrates Boxing Day. Hooray for Brits!

Casper: "I'm not silly - I'm a manager."

This is TOTALLY my new motto. Actually, can I tag it, flea?

Reminds me of dancing. In the States, guys seem to assume that if you dance with them, you're going home with them. I never ran into that problem in Europe.

Huh. I've never had that problem, and I've never been to Europe. I've gotten a number once or twice after dancing with a guy, but that's about it. (And one of them was the guy who took me out later and then wanted to have sex in the cab on the way home, but that's a whole nother story.)

Jesse, when you get home, get on IM. k?

Whoops! Didn't get home til now. Sorry, msbelle.

Of course the customer must look at the label, but if both the waiter and the paying customer fail to notice the mistake, I don't think the customer should be held responsible.

I've actually heard that restaurants switch out bottles on purpose, so you really should always check. It's things like they give you a less-good vintage of the same label or something. I dunno. I always order the second-cheapest thing, so I don't have much risk for that.

Tag away, Jesse.

ita, what I was really pondering was, for example, if someone sent you a (tasteful and well-photographed, bien sur) oiled-up cheesecake shot of Colin for GQ (I'd say Tim, but Tim seems a little less likely to be appearing topless in national publications), would you be all "yeah, sexy!" or "yeah, my bud looking sexy!" or "ew, my bud looking like a sex object." Which given what you've said I'm thinking #2.

US-Canadian invasion plans: [link]

Sweet.

I'm home! We got let go at 3, in case anyone was wondering. Our boss went around and personally told people to go, because he didn't want to send an broadcast email that would make people who weren't here pissy. Whatev!

YAY home!

FYI, Jonathan Rhys Meyers is bulking up, so he can "be a man." [link]

flea, you made me squirt ginger ale onto the screen. I think my reaction would be a modified #2 -- "My bud, looking sexy?" and then I might doublecheck with someone. The less he looks in the picture like he looks in my living room, the more likely I can make the call on my own (so, oiled up is a really good start for dissociation).

Colin, love him as I do, has never been sexy to me. He's only goodlooking because of endless repetition. I do have sexy and goodlooking platonic male friends. It's just him that I made friends with before I ever stepped back and looked. And now it's too late.