Which is better than it being all Wookie, which means that it kind-of growls at you and you have to let it win at chess.
Good to know!
Fred: Oh my God! Angel, you're…cute! Angel: Fred, don't! Fred: Oh, but the little hands! And the hair! Angel: Hey! You're fired.
'Smile Time'
Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.
[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.
vw bug - Aug 04, 2006 8:43:47 am PDT #6887 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Cass - Aug 04, 2006 8:49:23 am PDT #6888 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Right there with the jitters - had me a Depth Charge/Shot In The Dark/Red Eye/WeverTFitis today. Large. I think my eyelids are blinking in Morse Code now.I just went to go get my mail for some specific reason. By the time I got to the mailbox, I couldn't recall what I was looking for. By the time I walked back to my apartment, I couldn't even remember why I had gone at all.
Just remembered I was looking for something specific but I still don't recall what it was. So I ate cereal instead.
Brain is buzzing with white noise like whoa.
Amy - Aug 04, 2006 8:52:14 am PDT #6889 of 10001
Because books.
I just spent forty minutes on the phone with Cingular.
::bangs head against desk::
They sent a letter about our new plan to our address, with our phone number on it ... addressed to my mother-in-law's aunt (who used to live at this address) and has been DEAD for six years.
They seem not to know how this happened. The woman was 104 when she died. Needless to say, never had a cell phone with them or anyone else. Also is not listed on my bank account.
Their solution? To make a note in our account, "not to send any more mail about your account addressed to her." You think?!
P.M. Marc - Aug 04, 2006 8:53:39 am PDT #6890 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
JZ, does apple juice help you at all? Have you broken out the Prunes of Last Resort?
Pix - Aug 04, 2006 8:53:56 am PDT #6891 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
I just went to go get my mail for some specific reason. By the time I got to the mailbox, I couldn't recall what I was looking for. By the time I walked back to my apartment, I couldn't even remember why I had gone at all.
Just remembered I was looking for something specific but I still don't recall what it was. So I ate cereal instead.
Oh Cass--I shouldn't laugh, but it's like your in my brain today.
AmyLiz GAH! Cingular can bite me. They've f-ed up my bill more times than I can tell you.
Nora Deirdre - Aug 04, 2006 8:53:58 am PDT #6892 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
That reminds me to go visit The Consumerist!
Fred Pete - Aug 04, 2006 8:57:51 am PDT #6893 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
Cingular sounds even worse than ADT. We had one of their alarms at our old address. But their records had our alarm located at a different address. Even after we'd repeatedly corrected them. Multiple times over a period of several years. Which we couldn't get out of because of the longterm contract.
After our latest move, an ADT rep came by wanting to install an alarm in our home. I'm not sure, but I may have made him cry.
Amy - Aug 04, 2006 9:02:26 am PDT #6894 of 10001
Because books.
I'm not sure, but I may have made him cry.
Heh.
Cass - Aug 04, 2006 9:09:15 am PDT #6895 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Oh Cass--I shouldn't laugh, but it's like your in my brain today.You have my sympathies.
I just spent ten minutes on the phone with Mom O' Cass and she is freaking insane. She is leaving for a trip with her two favorite brothers and their husbands today for two days in Vancouver and then a cruise to Alaska.
She doesn't have the itinerary to send to me. Doesn't know where she is staying. And insisted on putting me on speaker phone while she mutters to herself and occasionally to me. Never found the information...
I'm the emergency contact for all five of them, if something happens, I will know. Which is what I finally told her before I hunged up on her. With love, of course.
Anyone ever wonders why I am crazy? I learned it from watching her man, I learned it from watching her.
Toddson - Aug 04, 2006 9:14:44 am PDT #6896 of 10001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
Rant coming up.
I am full of wrath these days. My boss left for another job - before he left he gave me a so-so annual review in which he criticized me for, among other things, not being willing to go outside my comfort zone. Which would rankle less if he hadn't repeated slapped me down almost every time I suggested doing something new or taking on more responsibility. Also if I wasn't usually working as fast as I could to try to make deadlines which were difficult only because he's so damn slow. Then he sat me down and discussed the job opening (the one he was leaving) - after making clear that the job was being downgraded somewhat, he made it clear that I should not even think about applying for the job, that he would recommend against letting me take over. Then he decided he didn't need me any more, so stopped being more than marginally polite to me.
He left and we had an issue of our journal to get out. I write two departments, proofread and edit everything, do the layout, deal with the pictures that come in, and upload all the files to our printer. So our president takes over, with the assistance of an intern, and I'm finding out all kinds of things my old boss never let me know ... which if I HAD known, I'd have been able to do my job better and maybe make the deadlines a little more reasonable (example - getting two issues of the journal, between 48 and 60 pages each, out in three weeks). So the president's directing me, and the intern, only I never know what the intern's doing until I suddenly start getting e-mails from people. And it turns out the old boss was having people send him articles at his NEW address ... and taking a week or more to pass them on to us. And the bastard's still calling and e-mailing me and snapping out orders of what I'm to do to get this issue done. And it turns out he'd stopped doing his job with this issue - we had no one lined up for the next issue which must be done early to be shipped to a conference the first week of September. And the president's putting his "imprint" on it and it's coming out looking like hell.
My only consolation was when I got to tell him that he would NOT be writing his "editor's notes" and his feelings got hurt. bah!