Congratulations, MG!
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Recovery~ma to Betsy.
Buffy: I was regrouping. Spike: You were about to be regrouped into separate piles.
'Potential'
Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[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.
sj - Jan 09, 2006 7:57:17 am PST #3751 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Spidra Webster - Jan 09, 2006 7:57:27 am PST #3752 of 10001
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
Stephanie, do you know anyone in PR you can fax it to who can then courier or hand-deliver it to the office?
Stephanie - Jan 09, 2006 8:01:39 am PST #3753 of 10001
Trust my rage
Stephanie, do you know anyone in PR you can fax it to who can then courier or hand-deliver it to the office?
Believe it or not, this is also unacceptable. I guess even though it closes today, I guess the application really had to be in the mail on Friday so it could be delivered today. Joe thinks I should just send it anyway, but I'm not sure I'm up to the effort of sending it, knowing it will be thrown in the trash.
SuziQ - Jan 09, 2006 8:03:53 am PST #3754 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Stephanie - I vote for mailing it. If you have it ready, already, that is. Send it, expecting it to be trashed. Then you can be pleasantly surprised when the call and say "where have you been all our lives"...
sj - Jan 09, 2006 8:06:22 am PST #3755 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I just created a livejournal for T (kozykat1, if anyone wants to friend her), and I am going to set up an IM account for her tonight when I see her. We're going out to spend a store credit I have. I am also taking the elder nephew out to dinner and a movie tomorrow. Must not cry. Must not cry. Must not cry.
erikaj - Jan 09, 2006 8:09:25 am PST #3756 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Why not? It's natural enough. Of course, as Frank McCourt says, your bladder could move near your eye. I know...you want to be happy for them. Not sad for you.
§ ita § - Jan 09, 2006 8:11:10 am PST #3757 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Cry, sj. You're sad.
sj - Jan 09, 2006 8:16:34 am PST #3758 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I have been, when I am at home, but I really don't feel I can cry in front of my nephew right now. He has had to deal with a lot of changes over the past year (new baby brother (who needed heart surgery), new school because his closed down. He is a sensitive kid, and I don't want to make this harder for him.
I know...you want to be happy for them.
Also, this. Tal is very excited and nervous. I don't want to make her feel guilty. So instead, we are going to see if we can find her new dishes on sale tonight.
WindSparrow - Jan 09, 2006 9:06:24 am PST #3759 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
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Even Alton Brown has days when something he cooks makes him think, "What WAS I thinking?"
In fact, the more I think about it, the more likely I think it that he went in search of information about the hows and whys of what works in the kitchen, thus bringing us his lovely show, because of one or more huge goofs.
Betsy HP - Jan 09, 2006 10:11:35 am PST #3760 of 10001
If I only had a brain...
Grrr, argh. A co-worker was doing a powerpoint presentation (!) to introduce herself to her and my new team. She asked me if I wanted a slide, and I said no, I'm not really a PowerPoint person, I prefer to talk face-to-face.
End result? She made a six-page PP presentation, including one page of her suggested documentation improvements, which left me precisely one minute to give my talk.