Arghh! BigLibraryBossMan just sent all of the library staff an email saying
Effective today, [NY library employee] has left the employ of [firm]. Please direct all questions from other employees to me.
Now, the way things are set up in the firm, I can't ask what happened without seeming like an inappropriately curious person, which SUCKS, because I am an inappropriately curious person.
I never liked Mountain Dew. A better mixer is 50/50 or Squirt (for nonalcoholic drinks, Squirt mixed with Welch's grape juice always hits the spot).
I was just reminded that Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip starts tonight! Whee--the return of Sorkin and Whitford to TV!
Now, the way things are set up in the firm, I can't ask what happened without seeming like an inappropriately curious person, which SUCKS, because I am an inappropriately curious person.
You don't have a mole anywhere? That really sucks.
I used to like Mountain Dew but now it's my ex-boyfriend's drink and reminds me what an idiot I was when I was his gf.
You don't have a mole anywhere? That really sucks.
I did, but she moved to another firm a couple of weeks ago.
A WFMU blog entry about the history of electronic recordings of ghosts. With mp3s of actual ghost recordings you can listen to. [link]
There exists in the UK a society that investigates the communication of spirits through electronic means: the spirit voices are captured on magnetic tape or digital recorder. The EVP & Transcommunication Society headed by former Psychic World Deputy Editor Judith Chisholm was formed in the early 1990's after she had received and recorded verbal messages from another dimension. In her excellent book: 'Voices From Paradise: How The Dead Speak To Us' Judith details how, in despair at the premature death of her son Paul, she set out to discover if he was alive in spirit in another world. Her search led her to experiment with the EVP using a tape recorder with inbuilt and open microphone. After recording various voices, some of which she recognised, Judith did manage to record a number of short messages from her physically deceased son Paul.
Cool.
Mountain Dew is ass. It's horribly sweet and disgusting.
I agree. It builds up this godawful phlegm in the throat that is NASTY. *shudder*
I used to like Mountain Dew but now it's my ex-boyfriend's drink and reminds me what an idiot I was when I was his gf.
You definitely want to avoid the taint of the ex, but if you actually really liked the Dew maybe you should give yourself a pass on this one. I avoided Buffy for a very long time on the selfsame principle, which clearly only hurt and deprived exactly one person: me.
Not that Mountain Dew is, like, the Buffy of soda pop or anything. I suppose my example is one of those parallels you don't want to examine too closely.
Anyhow, if you feel like having one, go ahead, even if the guy who introduced you to it was a jackhole. Screw him, and the less-than-ideal person you were when you were with him. It's your birthday!
Mountain Dew is ass. It's horribly sweet and disgusting.
I agree. It builds up this godawful phlegm in the throat that is NASTY. *shudder*
Mountain Dew makes my teeth hurt.