I have 24 minutes left before I can leave.
Somebody entertain me! Please!
Occasionally I'm callous and strange.
Willow ,'The Killer In Me'
Natter .44 Magnum: Do You Feel Chatty, Punk?
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.
Lee - May 12, 2006 3:37:18 pm PDT #7041 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Atropa - May 12, 2006 3:40:03 pm PDT #7042 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Somebody entertain me! Please!
I'm sorry, I have no entertaining left in me at the moment.
Wait, I know! Wanna help copy edit files! It's lotsa fun, trust me! What's that you say? That I look a trifle manic? Nonsense! That's just because I'm having so much fun copy editing!
Lee - May 12, 2006 3:42:02 pm PDT #7043 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Poor Jilli. There will definitely need to be chocolate for you next week.
Atropa - May 12, 2006 3:44:59 pm PDT #7044 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
At this point, I would be willing to give up chocolate for a month or two if someone else would edit the remaining 487 files that are staring at me. I really would.
Lee - May 12, 2006 3:46:41 pm PDT #7045 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Ugh. That's gross.
Atropa - May 12, 2006 3:49:16 pm PDT #7046 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Giving up chocolate, or 487 files?
Tom Scola - May 12, 2006 3:50:49 pm PDT #7047 of 10002
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
My furniture is ready to be delivered—a month earlier than they said it would take.
I don't know when I'll be able to get it delivered, though, since I'm not allowed to get it delivered on the weekend, and I'm leaving for the F2F next Thursday.
Lee - May 12, 2006 3:51:25 pm PDT #7048 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
487 files
That part.
Jesse - May 12, 2006 4:16:57 pm PDT #7049 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Ugh, Jilli, that sounds terrible.
Burrell, I am confident you don't have the dreaded mom-hair. And I bet your kids are loverly.
That's good news anyway, right, Tom? Can you just stick an extra day onto the beginning or end of your F2F time off?
I don't want to do any more school work! Can't I just tell them all to fuck off??
§ ita § - May 12, 2006 4:20:19 pm PDT #7050 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I managed to get something really important done, but not tell my boss or the head of the other group. So when they were asked by the boss of the guy who I sent it to, they couldn't defend me.
On the upside, I did check my Blackberry e-mail when stuck in traffic, so when boss called on it, I seemed all up to speed (for someone who'd scarpered the office as soon as it looked like it was kinda 5pm).
Oy! I just forwarded the email with the standard web client, and it ditched the attachment. Now I'm going to look like a moron AGAIN.