I just found out that one of the Mythbusters is married to a local teacher. They (the Mythbusters) are doing a show here in a couple of weeks.
For some reason this has me giggling, even though I probably won't go.
Mal ,'The Train Job'
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I just found out that one of the Mythbusters is married to a local teacher. They (the Mythbusters) are doing a show here in a couple of weeks.
For some reason this has me giggling, even though I probably won't go.
Did everyone go off to (deservedly) stab people?
even though I probably won't go.
You MUST!!!! And lick Adam for me.
Did everyone go off to (deservedly) stab people?
My boss expects me to do something I was suppose to do last week but didn't.
Weird, huh?
I just finished it, but I suppose I should test it before it goes off to the client....
ION, I now have a pretty black 60 Gig iPod. (My 40 Gig wasn't big enough to contain all my music.)
Did everyone go off to (deservedly) stab people?
Nope. Although, I am having intense stabby thoughts for others.
You MUST!!!! And lick Adam for me.
Oh yes, I can see this. They ask for audience questions and get "Can I please lick Adam. It is for my friend Steph, in Ohio. She wants to know if it is a myth that he tastes like.....oh, no? Sorry..."
I waited too long to eat lunch today, and now my low-blood-sugar headache won't leave. I've already given it food, caffiene, and excedrin, but what I really need is a nap and a hot bath.
It is wicked busy in here today. I can't concentrate on the reading I need to do. I think I'll go home. I didn't have to be here anyway. I was just trying to make a good effort. I think an hour on my day off is showing something, right?
Oh dear. I may have been hanging around here too long.
We had a lunch for a cow-orker who's leaving. It was long and there were many platitudes being thrown around. The woman across the table from me was eating her bread and somehow the subject of her chewing distorting her face came up. She sort of puffed out her cheeks and said something about "haven't you ever put a ball in your mouth?" I almost piped up with "does a ball gag count?"
Luckily, my brain kicked in before my mouth did.
THAT would have livened up the luncheon.
And the break room -- for quite a while.