Simon: Captain... why did you come back for us? Mal: You're on my crew. Simon: Yeah, but you don't even like me. Why'd you come back? Mal: You're on my crew. Why we still talking about this?

'Safe'


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.


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?


Calli - Jun 28, 2006 11:20:52 am PDT #4437 of 10002
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

Crop pants. Racks and racks and racks of them. Does no one wear actual pants any more?

Heh. I made this work for me when I went shopping for my mom. She's about 5' even, and all of her lack of height is in her legs. So crop pants are just pants she won't have to hem.

Since I'm 5'8", with all my height in my legs, it's less optimal for me. Good thing I like skirts in the summer.


Nutty - Jun 28, 2006 11:22:02 am PDT #4438 of 10002
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."

I wear actual pants! I do, I do!

Although waders, and jokes about high water, are not unwarranted in my area these days.


Dana - Jun 28, 2006 11:24:48 am PDT #4439 of 10002
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.

There were also gauchos. I blame Jesse.


§ ita § - Jun 28, 2006 11:25:58 am PDT #4440 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I wear actual pants, but it seems they don't want me to. I try to make them as long as possible too, even if it means I need to wear heels.

I hate sweating in work clothes. It's just wrong. And I have two more meetings left to go.


bon bon - Jun 28, 2006 11:26:34 am PDT #4441 of 10002
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

I was glad to hear that the Gap was going to re-focus on pants, because I like their pants. Pants. Though they seem to be cut longer these days. t /kind of random

thegap.com does not resolve to gap.com. New business plan!