My Jim's Big Ego CD arrived! Yay!
It is cracked, like, super mega cracked! Weep!
It seems to be recording onto iTunes anyway! Yay?
'Underneath'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
My Jim's Big Ego CD arrived! Yay!
It is cracked, like, super mega cracked! Weep!
It seems to be recording onto iTunes anyway! Yay?
(Why yes, this is the third CD whose purchase is wholly and solely due to fanvids. Why do you ask?)
The site said "Seattle Center" which was what I was trying to remember, but then the address is Key Arena.
Mystery solved!
My condolences, Robin. And I'd rather be your sister in brilliance or beauty but I'll take what I can get, I suppose. Sounds like my kind of luck. Hee!
I feel like I'm going to smother in my own chest.
This! I've been doing these strength-building exercises and one of the moves with the bouncey ball... well, I've almost suffocated in my own cleavage.
Buckets of health ~ma to you, lisah!! I hope you feel tons better by Thursday. Sooner if possible.
I am flexible enough to do it just fine but I feel like I'm going to smother in my own chest.
It's comforting to know that I'm not the only one possessing a killer bosom.
Beverly -- that's a great story.
Fay - I never really thought of the One Ring rhyme as a mathematical word problem before. . .
I never really thought of the One Ring rhyme as a mathematical word problem before. . .
And there's a reason for that, Sumi.
It isn't one. There is not One ring to rule them all and One ring to bind them and One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them. We know this because of what happens in the freaking books.
bangs head on table.
Sorry. Sorry, hope that didn't come across as snark at you, because it was most definitely aimed at HeWhoShallNotBeNamed.
Also? iTunes couldn't read (most of) the music.
::cries and cries and cries::
I was so chuffed about having Stress. But apparently I don't have it after all.
Which is sort of an ironic play on words.
::cries some more::
I was going to say. . .
Him: Very good! Now I have a theory that the One Ring is not the one that the Dark Lord had, but that it's a seperate ring. So they could still make a sequel to the movie trilogy.
Me: (boggling) No, fuckwit! What medication are you on? Wow, that's, er, really clever! I never thought of that!
This is where you win all sucking-up points ever. Because the most tactful thing I would have been able to come up with would be something along the lines of, "Oh, I see. You must be a fan of the movie. That might be a deal breaker, as I had to walk out of it before I projectile vomitted onto Elrond."
This was my FormerBoss, the guy at the first school I worked at in Cairo. The king of crazy unprofessionalism.
Seriously, that would have been a dealbreaker. I can be nice to people who like the movie in social situations, but professionally? Nuh. Uh.
And speaking of unprofessional, stupid, incompetant bosses, I got offered my old job back. It seems that the one of the good part-timers, whom I enjoyed working with, and who is very outspoken, is now the house manager, and wants to re-create the really good crew that was there when I first started. At a monthly staff meeting, the crappy old manager asked at the end if anyone had any concerns that had not been addressed. Outspoken!Part-timer said yes, and brought up an individual's behavior problems, as O!P believes (and I agree) that this issue is not being handled in a constructive fashion. O!P brings up this individual's behavior problems at every staff meeting, offering as many insights and useful suggestions as she can think of to spur TPTB to work on putting programs into place to help - e.g. in which the individual would earn special treats and outings by good behavior.
This time, Stupid!Manager decided that this meant O!P was a risk for physically abusing that individual, and hauled O!P to the office for a talking-to. Remembering my experiences with unfounded talkings-to, O!P did not accept it meekly. She came right back with evidence to support her side of the story, thereby showing up S!M in front of the owner of the company.
Three days later, the owner of the company called O!P and asked her to meet him at McDonalds. She figured he was going to fire her, and wanted to do it in a public place so she wouldn't make a scene. Instead, he said, "You are always bitching about what's wrong at that group home, so fix it. You're the house manager now."