Someone told me gas explosion on the way in today.
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.
I've been hitting refresh on 1010wins.com, but they're not really saying anything new.
I've seen one speculation that it may have been the doctor's office on the ground floor (oxygen tanks).
NBC is saying an "odor of gas" was reported in the building next door.
It's not quite the building exploding, but I came into work this morning and found out that the impending outsourcing of my entire department is OFF. You would have thought they'd nailed down the important numbers -- like, would they save money on the deal -- long before they announced that it was imminent.
Management by Dilbert's boss -- or Michael from The Office....
Theo, that means you get to keep working for the PHBs! Yay?
My social obligations for the summer are DONE!!!
I ended up enjoying them much more than I had expected (I was being a tad - a really BIG tad - Eyore-ish about them), but I still think 3 weddings in 3 weeks (with two of them less than 24 hours and 350+/- miles apart) is at least two too many for a year (IMO) let alone less than a month.
It also made me resolved to get my car situation (or lack thereof) resolved, although I think that will be taken care of in August.
Timelies. And pinch of gronk.
The power company Con Edison said they were on the scene at a building next door -- responding to a report from a gas customer --when the blast occurred.
The power company Con Edison said they were on the scene at a building next door -- responding to a report from a gas customer --when the blast occurred.
"It's kinda dark in here. Anyone got a match?"
That building thing is fucked up.
I just read about that -- all the subway announcers were saying was "due to a [garblegarblegarble] delays [garblegarble] thank you for your patience" (translation: All the trains are fucked this morning and we're not telling you why! Whee!)
However, my commute was fucked up due to "a sick passenger around 23rd St" AND "police investigation at Astor Place." So fucking annoying. Then I get to work and am unable to send email. Everything seems to be OK now, but I am CRANKY.
Hands Jesse a clue-by-four with which to knock the world upside the head.