I keep thinking it's Thursday.
I'm ahead of you, because I keep thinking it's Tuesday.
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.
Connie Neil - Sep 13, 2006 8:13:16 am PDT #7887 of 10001
brillig
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.
Dana - Sep 13, 2006 8:21:04 am PDT #7894 of 10001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
"I'm sorry, I didn't understand what you just said."
"Okay! I can help you with that."
NO, YOU CAN'T. GIVE ME A PERSON.
"The latest information is available on our website. Are you sure you want to speak to a customer service representative?"
DANA SMASH.
tommyrot - Sep 13, 2006 8:21:10 am PDT #7895 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I never get why people ask, "how did you meet?"
Like two ships that pass in the night....
Topic!Cindy - Sep 13, 2006 8:22:28 am PDT #7896 of 10001
What is even happening?
Make me feel just like a schoolboy, girl
Thanks a lot, Jesse. I wasn't infected by msbelle.