Wait. Do you have a chainmail dress?
Natter 46: The FIGHTIN' 46
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.
And as a special bonus points challenge, a defense for this sort of scenario : [link] (I have no idea if there is sound involved or not.)
Do you have a chainmail dress?
Not yet, dammit.
Sara--what's the video of? Youtube is blocked here.
Copy machine problems. Of a sort.
The paper ad? I think our defense would involve unplugging.
Okay, I think I'm finished the argument with the LJ person. I should go make tea so I can eat this nummy chococupocake.
Ayup.
Someone just posted this link to my blog, and this section seemed to be of interest to ita:
I wish I had money to buy art.
My entire job at this point involves waiting for one really overworked person to get back to me on multiple items. I hate that. I'm not mad at her, because I know she's not just sitting around blowing me off, but I literally can't move forward on like four projects until she has a chance to get to them. Bah.
Or I could return a phone call I'm not looking forward to, to someone I don't know.
Get on the phone, woman.
I'm trying to work out what a jammed finger injury really is. I know you can break or dislocate something by jamming, which I'm sure I haven't. So where else does the pain and swelling come from?
I and my boss say yes, accountant says you only use them for money.
Your accountant's way sounds like an extra-efficient plan for GETTING MONEY STOLEN. Good grief.
I am so dead this part of the year, I'm already one beer in.