no idea. I only know the one line of lyric. everything else is all "do do do" in myhead.
My LUCKY LUCKY officemates.
Gunn: The final score can't be rigged. I don't care how many players you grease, that last shot always comes up a question mark. But here's the thing. You never know when you're taking it. It could be when you're duking it out with the Legion of Doom, or just crossing the street deciding where to have brunch. So you just treat it like it was up to you—the world in balance—'cause you never know when it is.
'Underneath'
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.
msbelle - Sep 13, 2006 8:10:14 am PDT #7884 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Jesse - Sep 13, 2006 8:11:32 am PDT #7885 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Jeffrey Osborne: [link]
sarameg - Sep 13, 2006 8:13:04 am PDT #7886 of 10001
I vote the someone with a cowbell comes in tomorrow morning and finds their run-over cowbell on the desk. I think that is worse than the stupid singing fish I had to disable a few years back.
I am immune to these earworms.
Connie Neil - Sep 13, 2006 8:13:16 am PDT #7887 of 10001
brillig
I keep thinking it's Thursday.
I'm ahead of you, because I keep thinking it's Tuesday.
Frankenbuddha - Sep 13, 2006 8:14:31 am PDT #7888 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
someone a cube over is fiddling with a goddamned stupid cowbell that shouldn't have been allowed in the building anyway
I think you need to ask if they have a prescription for it and, if not, take it away from them (and possibly beat them with it until they bleed from the eyes).
Connie Neil - Sep 13, 2006 8:14:38 am PDT #7889 of 10001
brillig
My days of the workweek anymore are OhGodMonday, House Day, Bones Day, Day Before Friday, and Friday.
Dana - Sep 13, 2006 8:15:11 am PDT #7890 of 10001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
Have I mentioned how much I hate automated phone systems that pretend to be people?
Yes, okay, I have. But I still hate them.
Jesse - Sep 13, 2006 8:16:00 am PDT #7891 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
"I'm sorry, I didn't understand what you just said."
Allyson - Sep 13, 2006 8:18:52 am PDT #7892 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Close call! I just had to tell my officemate (/subordinate) about Dress A Day, forgetting that she always wants to know how, exactly, I know people. I went back to my old standby, "Oh, friend of a friend, that kind of thing...."
Heh. Aren't you guys friends with my agent, who is Erin's sister? At some point, how you met is irrelevant, righteo? (This is my new thing, I will add "eo" to the ends of words with great whimsy.)
Seriously, I never get why people ask, "how did you meet?" It never occurs to me.
sarameg - Sep 13, 2006 8:20:04 am PDT #7893 of 10001
I came home last night to find an automated political telephone ad that tried to negotiate with my answering machine.
It continued with "I'm sorry, I do not understand your request. To replay this ad, press one. To learn more about blah blah blah, press two." silence. "This is a very close election. To learn more about blah blah blah, ..."
It kept repeating until my answering machine cut it off.