Now you can luxuriate in a nice jail cell, but if your hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty flowered bonnet, I will end you.

Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.  

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.


Typo Boy - Jun 26, 2006 8:29:24 pm PDT #4197 of 10002
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.

From overheard in the office. And I don't care if this is one of the made up ones; it is still completely true:

Database administrator #1: You can either spend half a day showing them how to do it and another three weeks constantly answering questions, or you can just take half an hour and write the code for them.

Database administrator #2: Well, we should teach them how to fish instead of just feeding them every day!

Database administrator #1: You can teach them how to fish, but they still won't know how to write code.


§ ita § - Jun 26, 2006 8:35:26 pm PDT #4198 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

My driver side wing mirror is shattered after some crap was flung up at my car while I was doing 80+ on the freeway. I am not happy.

I was happy for the four hours I was at krav, but now I remember again.

Nothing for dinner, unless you count the gatorade I had, and the blackberry/ginger ale mix I'm about to have.

Eureka is July 18th, so I think TiVo will find it on the 3rd or 4th of July.


Lee - Jun 26, 2006 8:44:39 pm PDT #4199 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

That sucks, ita, both the no dinner and the mirror.


Alibelle - Jun 26, 2006 8:48:36 pm PDT #4200 of 10002
Apart from sports, "my secret favorite thing on earth is ketchup. I will put ketchup on anything. But it has to be Heinz." - my husband, Michael Vartan

My passenger side mirror is totally shattered and needs replacing!

Apparently, no one can help me, and I have to call the dealer and install a whole new mirror contraption. I'm still holding out for just replacing the mirror, though, since false hope costs me nothing.


§ ita § - Jun 26, 2006 8:51:32 pm PDT #4201 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

No dinner is SOP on the long krav days (5:45-9:45). I'm trying to get them to put brownies in the vending machine, but no joy so far.

My shoes for the wedding came, though, and the right one at least seems to fit fine.

Okay, I need to get hydrated and packed for tomorrow.

Hitting the gym in the AM, and then leaving work early to get to the doctor for a treadmill test and then two hours of krav.

I asked if I needed anything special for the treadmill test. No! she assured me. Comfortable shoes and tennies. Hrmmph. As if. Sports bra! Baby tee! Coincidentally enough, probably krav pants. And running shoes.

God FUCKING damn. Stupid highway with stupid things that fly at my car. I also have green paint on the bonnet, windshield, and the front left side panel.


Lee - Jun 26, 2006 8:51:38 pm PDT #4202 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I have to go to the dealership on Wednesday, since my brakepad warning light went on yesterday. I may see if the bumper to bumper warranty covers the plastic thing we were talking about earlier, since mine is also ripped.


billytea - Jun 26, 2006 9:02:56 pm PDT #4203 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

It's a hoot, isn't it? I love the scene where his attempt at transformation goes wrong and he turns into a clown.

Great cheesy fun. Made no sense at all, of course, but that's pretty much the point.


Volans - Jun 26, 2006 11:19:10 pm PDT #4204 of 10002
move out and draw fire

Made no sense at all, of course

You want confusion, try going as Sgt. Kabukiman, NYPD for Halloween.

God FUCKING damn. Stupid highway with stupid things that fly at my car.

Wrod. LA is hell for that. On the surface streets I'd get pelted with rocks thrown up by the leaf blowers. On the freeway...I think the worst was a truckfull of small sharp metal thingies, like the rails that hold the hard drive in the CPU. That was worth a spiderwebbed windshield and much scratched paint.

Here the only things that hit my car are motorcycles.


msbelle - Jun 27, 2006 1:50:53 am PDT #4205 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

I was up about 2 hours too late for a night before timeshift, but I made it in on time (ok, after the boss, but before the rest of the team).

Today is my 1 year anniversary at this job. I have a review today that I am not really worried about, but there will be some criticism and who like criticism? Not me.

Still 1 year at this job has been much better than the previous 5 years or my work life. YAY!


Jesse - Jun 27, 2006 3:14:30 am PDT #4206 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Fucking A, ita. That sucks.

Yay for one good year, msbelle!

Isn't there a July 1 deadline for loan consolidation under current rules? (sorry to be a downer if there is. My info is partially heard public radio.) Also, CONTEST CONTEST the fraud shit. I'm so sorry you have to go through this.

Yes and yes. Which is why I was supposed to do the consolidation thing online last night. It's a postmark deadline, so not a crisis.