trying to decide what I'm going to wear to tomorrow's Sisters of Mercy concert.
I feel I should pass on Hec's words of wisdom: Pastels and a touch of bronzer.
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.
trying to decide what I'm going to wear to tomorrow's Sisters of Mercy concert.
I feel I should pass on Hec's words of wisdom: Pastels and a touch of bronzer.
Status report, avoiding work:
I'm avoiding it by reading the blogosphere explosion about Ben Domenech. For some reason, perpetrators of literary/journalistic/any sort of writing-for-a-living frauds totally fascinate me; between Domenech, James Frey and JT Leroy, this has been a banner year in crooked-writerdom-related work avoidance for me.
Also, Doctor McWordy has ballsed up her dictaphone somehow so that there's a hideous screechy feedback on her dictaphone tape that can't be eliminated or even minimized by the listener, so I can't listen to more than about 20 seconds at a time. It's incredibly unpleasant and man, do I want to just blow off the rest of the afternoon, shut down my computer, and stroll around looking for the chocolate milk room or something equally constructive.
Timelies all!
Sheesh...we're hosting the first seder this year and my folks are planning the menu. So they send the e-mail with the preliminary list of dishes to G, G's mom and to G's dad and stepmom. And forgot to include me. I had to eplain to my dad(who sent the message) that a) G and I have separate computers and b) I don't read G's e-mail unless he says "have a look at this".
I am avoiding work by doing other, less exciting, work.
I feel I should pass on Hec's words of wisdom: Pastels and a touch of bronzer.
He's so ... helpful? No, that's not the right word.
I am avoiding work by doing other, less exciting, work.
Man, you suck at this game.
I am not avoiding work, because I rashly promised my boss my professional plan for 2006 by the end of work today. I've broken it down into
but I can't think of the right bucket in which to toss my desire to improve my written and oral presentational skills. Needs to be something as big as the other three categories. And obviously should include "buy thesaurus" or something.
Would it be rude to spill a bucket full of water over the head of the be-perfumed chick one cube over?Add some soap and it might help. Maybe toss her a loofah as well.
Speed TV scroll for a change in programming:
Sorry, but Nextel Cup qualifying from Bristol has been rained out. Be calm, the first step in anger management is to recognize there's a problem. In your case, we're obviously well past that. Just chill out and watch these cool shows instead. Speed ... better than therapy.
Reminds of a time when the techs in our corporate office were doing a late night upgrade on all the PCs down there and discovered one of the executives had a bunch of porn sites bookmarked.
I've seen so much porn on company equipment, man. People would send us laptops to be repaired with porn .avi files on the desktop.
Never found anything good, though.
I've seen so much porn on company equipment, man.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?
I've seen so much porn on company equipment, man
WHAT IS WITH PEOPLE [eta: ha! to the xpost]? (the site that lists internal course is slow to load) I got nothing against the desire to see porn, but I'm skeeved by people that need it so bad they not only can't keep it off of work hardware, but are also so dumb they don't try and hide the facts. Though you're probably more relaxed than the folks here. I'm pretty sure you get reported stat for that sort of stuff here. Against which I have no objection. The fewer stupid people in the workplace the better.