SA, you need to start keeping a work journal, and documenting all of this.

SA, what Tom said.

G'mornin', all. I'm trying to will the coffee to brew itself and then teleport into my hand. Thus far, it isn't working.

Also, a friend in another forum linked to this short (yes, work-safe) video, and I knew I needed to share.

Especially for Hec.

most expensive cat toy ever

How much do I love Dinosaur Comics? Quite a lot, I say. QUITE A LOT.

In fact, I feel like I must transcribe this strip because...I don't want to start working.

T-REX: I wonder: what's the strongest emotion? What's the most powerful emotional experience I can look forward to?

T-REX: NOBODY SAY LOVE!

T-REX: Love isn't allowed because it's TOO OBVIOUS. What's the strongest non-love emotion, Dromiceiomimus?
DROMICEIOMIMUS: Hate?
T-REX: Okay, hate isn't allowed either on account of how it's ARGUABLY the opposite of love.
DROMICEIOMIMUS: Um. Boredom?

UTAHRAPTOR: I think the strongest feeling is that of shame, T-Rex!
T-REX: A good choice, my friend!

T-REX: But, are you not forgetting the memorable emotion of hunger?
UTAHRAPTOR: Hunger isn't an emotion?
T-REX: Then why do I suddenly FEEL hungry, hmm? Riddle me that!

MEANWHILE, IN THE CHILLING "HUNGER UNIVERSE":
T-REX: Constant hunger has robbed me of all identity.

SA, what Scola and Kristin said. Start it today, with the first note being about behavior up to theis point, and the first real entry, this thing he did today.

Also, the Ministry has been put on alert.

For all of you following along at home, the verdict on my friend's fire is "it could have been worse." The area where about 90 percent of the books are is smoke damaged, but not wet. Her den, where the fire apparently started, had some books, included her "to be read" pile. They're probably goners, but she's going to pull out the more irreplaceable ones like the family Bible and throw them in a freezer until she can figure out what she's doing. The furniture and television in the den are gone, as are the windows. Most of the miniblinds melted(!). The ceiling in her bedroom is draped across all the stuff in her bedroom. The computer may be okay, but there's no power right now. Everything is covered with dark smoke stains. And, of course, the insurance adjustor has yet to call back.

Heady Topper

Shtupulator

He's big on the porny beer names, isn't he?

Oh, Suzi. I'm so sorry (for the temp and her sister and the pile of undone work and all your exponentially increased stress, not for C and the kitten, which sounds very good indeed). Curse this being just a little bit too far away to take you to lunch!

Is doing laundry. Really.

Uh huh.

::is dubious::

SA, that's just nasty and unpleasant and I wish to heaven I had some advice to offer. It's only happened to me a couple of times and never at work (side benefit of having worked since forever for someone aggressively fatherly and slightly over-protective), usually at Faire or in passing on the street.

I've twice responded with "What would your mother say if she knew that was how you talk to strange women/women young enough to be your daughter?" Once the guy in question blushed and got very ashamed and stammery and apologetic, and the other time the guy got even more assholeish, plus aggrieved. So I don't know that I'd recommend it as a course of action.

I'm just sorry you have to deal with it (though YAY for changing shifts and never having to see him again). You just finished a bout of crappy jobitude a couple of weeks ago; the universe totally owes you, and it is not coming through.

IMuchShallowerON, today I am dressed as just-suppose-Dru-was-the-pregnant-vamp-instead-of-Darla (black chiffon dress with black eyelet lace bodice, found during the SF2F with the assistance of Jilli's thrift-fu, white fishnets layered over black tights, vaguely 1920s-ish heels, velvet choker with a silver pendant).

Before I left for work I waved my arms dreamily at Hec and told him about the burning baby fishies, and he was very impressed. Or possibly just waiting for me to leave the room so he could laugh at me.

Anyhow, I like it.

There are two electricians at my house right now ripping out the light box in the kitchen!! They are then going to install recessed lighting (5 lights). I can't wait to see the change!

The area where about 90 percent of the books are is smoke damaged, but not wet.

Trudy's Official Fire Advice:

Put the smoke-scented items in a storage locker with several open bags of charcoal. Switch the charcoal every month or so. After a while the smell will go away. If you can swing non-rain fresh air that can work too (but we had to do it in the middle of the winter so charcoal it was).

next tuesday(6/6/06) our new beer, The Mortal Sin, is coming out. it is 6.66% alcohol and 66 ibu's. the logo is a demon that looks a whole lot like dick cheney.

Want. This. Beer. Now.

It's all very explainable until you get into archaeological theory and at that point people start backing away slowly.

Not me, either. I'm with Ginger on being obsessive about archeology. I think if I were independently wealthy, I'd want to just hop around the world volunteering on digs. Jars has my dream job, I think.

{{Suzi}} Sorry about the temp stuff. I hope her sister recovers.

I made bbq pot pies for lunch today since DH is home. I put some Trader Joe's bbq pulled pork in the bottom of little baking dishes, mixed up some corn muffin mix with a can of Mexican corn w/red peppers. Poured the muffin mix on top of the pork and popped them in the oven. Very easy and very tasty.