Hippo birdies, Hec! Also, much -ma for Nilly's family and friends.
Finally caught up. Fun but exhausting weekend. It's amazing how much just driving for hours on end can wear you out.
Buffy: Where are the burgers? Riley: Yeah man, I'm starving. Cow me. Xander: I'd love to make with the moo but the fire's not cooperating.
'Lessons'
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.
Frankenbuddha - Jun 28, 2006 10:46:06 am PDT #4425 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Rick - Jun 28, 2006 10:51:28 am PDT #4426 of 10002
I'm a Honda girl myself. At least, until I can afford this.
I have an eleven year-old version of SA's dream Saab and I still love it. Which is fortunate, because I live in a small town and I bike or walk to work, so I have put only 40,000 miles on the car. I figure that I'll be 90 before I can justify buying a new car. I wonder if my love will last that long?
Nora Deirdre - Jun 28, 2006 10:52:58 am PDT #4427 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
updates Rick's file: Comes out of lurk mode at only at mention of evolution, academia or Saabs.
Hi, Rick!
Gus - Jun 28, 2006 10:55:08 am PDT #4428 of 10002
Bag the crypto. Say what is on your mind.
Rick is kind of pretty. Surely you girls have noticed this.
Lee - Jun 28, 2006 10:55:19 am PDT #4429 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
NORA! You are going to Maine on Sunday! YAY!
§ ita § - Jun 28, 2006 11:00:44 am PDT #4430 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Dude, I'm not your problem. Your colleague is.
Oh, I hear you. This happens to me all the time, and apparently the solution is to nursemaid the colleague.
Okay, so it works. But that really doesn't mean it's optimal.
Nora Deirdre - Jun 28, 2006 11:00:49 am PDT #4431 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Indeed I am!!!! man, this week is crawling along so slow, Sunday seems like a long way away.
sarameg - Jun 28, 2006 11:04:33 am PDT #4432 of 10002
This happens to me all the time, and apparently the solution is to nursemaid the colleague.
I've sent three emails. I don't have a phone number. There's fuckall I can do for now. Besides, some people who've read the policy plastered everywhere for the past 15 years actually get this sort of thing straightened out ahead of time.
Lee - Jun 28, 2006 11:04:34 am PDT #4433 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
man, this week is crawling along so slow, Sunday seems like a long way away.
Tell me about it. I have Friday off, and it is never ever going to get here.
§ ita § - Jun 28, 2006 11:09:35 am PDT #4434 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I don't have a phone number.
We're very well documented, so I always do. When asked "Have you got an answer on X?" that means I need to scurry and call them and walk through the email and wait for the response to show up in my inbox.
Adults.
It is damned hot out here. 100 degrees, also in the shade, according to the rental's thermometer. Which'd be a lot less of a problem if I hadn't decided to browse for stuff in the outdoor mall, and if I weren't wearing work clothes, a-la not shortsleeved shirt with a wool (thin!) tunic over.