updates Rick's file: Comes out of lurk mode at only at mention of evolution, academia or Saabs.
Hi, Rick!
Fred: It's the pictures in my mind that are getting me. It's like being stuck in a really bad movie with those Clockwork Orange clampy things on my eyeballs. Wesley: Why imagine? Reality's disturbing enough.
'Shells'
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.
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)
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.
Dana - Jun 28, 2006 11:10:41 am PDT #4435 of 10002
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
I went clothes shopping yesterday (before the doctor visit that resulted in a cast). Do you know what I found?
Crop pants. Racks and racks and racks of them. Does no one wear actual pants any more?
Lee - Jun 28, 2006 11:17:00 am PDT #4436 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
hey, Tom (of the Scola type), did you find throw pillows?