Oh, jesus, the politicking and maneuvering is starting already.
t hides
I think what my daughter's trying to say is: nyah nyah nyah nyah.
Joyce ,'Same Time, Same Place'
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
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.
Consuela - Mar 08, 2006 1:27:47 pm PST #2899 of 10001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
Sean K - Mar 08, 2006 1:29:15 pm PST #2900 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Tomorrow night we're going to see Queen w/Paul Rogers in concert. Should be interesting...
JEALOUS!
Sue - Mar 08, 2006 1:30:00 pm PST #2901 of 10001
hip deep in pie
Monkey: [link]
brenda m - Mar 08, 2006 1:30:52 pm PST #2902 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Ouch. That monkey link is a career builder site, in case anyone is leery of that at work.
The other non-work-safe.
Sue - Mar 08, 2006 1:41:30 pm PST #2903 of 10001
hip deep in pie
Ouch. That monkey link is a career builder site, in case anyone is leery of that at work.
What? Why is the NSFW? Sorry, I didn't know.
§ ita § - Mar 08, 2006 1:57:11 pm PST #2904 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
It might set off flags if you go to a jobsearch site on the job.
Not that it stopped me, because sometimes monk-e-mail must be sent.
Sue - Mar 08, 2006 2:07:52 pm PST #2905 of 10001
hip deep in pie
It might set off flags if you go to a jobsearch site on the job.
Oh...half my office spends their time on job search sites. The other half on realty sites.
§ ita § - Mar 08, 2006 2:35:09 pm PST #2906 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
How uncanny is your valley? Robots get worse as they get more practical.
bon bon - Mar 08, 2006 2:40:48 pm PST #2907 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Via the Manolo, this made me chuckle: Can anybody remember an Oscar ceremony when Salma Hayek's breasts weren't the high point of the evening?
Lee - Mar 08, 2006 2:45:17 pm PST #2908 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Can anybody remember an Oscar ceremony when Salma Hayek's breasts weren't the high point of the evening?
Boobies for Clooney?
Is gmail completely dead for anyone else? Never mind. I should have looked in tech first.