Cordelia: I get it now. You're all spies. Probably all Russian. And you've brainwashed me, and want me to believe we're friends so I'll spill the beans about some nano-technology thingy that you want. Gunn: So I look Russian to you? Cordelia: Black Russian. Angel: That's a drink.

'Hell Bound'


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.


JZ - Mar 24, 2006 12:19:45 pm PST #6080 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

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.


Sheryl - Mar 24, 2006 12:20:51 pm PST #6081 of 10001
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"

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".


Lee - Mar 24, 2006 12:23:24 pm PST #6082 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I am avoiding work by doing other, less exciting, work.


Atropa - Mar 24, 2006 12:24:51 pm PST #6083 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

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.


§ ita § - Mar 24, 2006 12:26:10 pm PST #6084 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

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

  • Business knowledge
  • Industry knowledge
  • Project management

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.


Cass - Mar 24, 2006 12:26:24 pm PST #6085 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

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.


shrift - Mar 24, 2006 12:26:46 pm PST #6086 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

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.


Allyson - Mar 24, 2006 12:28:34 pm PST #6087 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

I've seen so much porn on company equipment, man.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?


§ ita § - Mar 24, 2006 12:28:49 pm PST #6088 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

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.


Kalshane - Mar 24, 2006 12:30:21 pm PST #6089 of 10001
GS: If you had to choose between kicking evil in the head or the behind, which would you choose, and why? Minsc: I'm not sure I understand the question. I have two feet, do I not? You do not take a small plate when the feast of evil welcomes seconds.

User calls help desk to report a gold message that says "thank you" in the lower left corner of her screen. "Believing it to be a virus, I advised her to not touch anything and transferred her to our software support team," says pilot fish who got the call. "The tech took over the call and shadowed the user's desktop but didn't see the message. After asking the user about it, she understood. Once the yellow Post-it note that someone had taped on her monitor was removed, she was able to view her desktop normally."

Wow. Just wow.