Oh dear.
A coworker got Joe Paterno's name wrong in a presentation.
For CrazyBigBoss.
At Penn State.
To the Board.
Attended by Mrs. Paterno.
We're bracing for impact!
Well, personally, I kind of want to slay the dragon.
Angel ,'Not Fade Away'
Natter 47: My Brilliance Is Wasted On You People
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.
brenda m - Oct 13, 2006 1:59:59 pm PDT #3596 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Calli - Oct 13, 2006 2:04:01 pm PDT #3597 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Happy Birthday, Matt and megan walker!!!
And from the link back a ways, on the Norwegian exhibit on homosexuality in animals:
Among theories, males can sometimes win greater acceptance in a pack by having homosexual contact. That in turn can help their chances of later mating with females, he said.
And a thousand slashfen cried out, "Oh hell yeah!"
Matt the Bruins fan - Oct 13, 2006 2:10:57 pm PDT #3598 of 10001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
Happy Birthday Cashmere!
Happy Birthday Megan!
Brenda, if you have any deceased relatives that the office is unaware of, now might be a good time to be unexpectedly called away to their imaginary funeral...
Liese S. - Oct 13, 2006 2:26:19 pm PDT #3599 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
How can you get Joe Paterno's name wrong? Call him Bob?
sarameg - Oct 13, 2006 2:52:29 pm PDT #3600 of 10001
Holy hell. My trip came within minutes of getting cancelled because of a boarding fuckup. Not mine, they gave me bad and wrong info. So I stood there with a distressed cat and made them call around to find a spot. Which we did. But poor Mister Kitty had to drive around for an hour tonight. He does not like. But no puke or pee or poop. So.
I'm crashing now. Going to eat my burger, watch some tv, toss some stuff into a bag and hope like hell I can get to the train station tomorrow.
§ ita § - Oct 13, 2006 3:04:18 pm PDT #3601 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
My poor sister. She tried to make white chocolate ganache and reports a miserable visual failure, as yet untasted. Has anyone here ever done that? Is the flaw in the concept of white chocolate ganache, or the execution?
That's last minute and lucky that it worked out, sara.
sarameg - Oct 13, 2006 3:52:15 pm PDT #3602 of 10001
It's one of the reasons I can't do last minute jaunts anymore. Not that I was good about doing them before, but still.
And now I discover all my travel sizes are dried up or ooky. Ah well, will cope. It's not like I'm going to Siberia.
Lee - Oct 13, 2006 3:56:19 pm PDT #3603 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
but those kittens are just ugly.
That's because they're not really kittens.
- ****
WOOHOO! Even though people haven't left me alone all fucking day, I still did all my paperwork, and will get to leave in 4 minutes/on time, and then I am on vacation, and it's going to be TOTALLY AWESOME. (and probably include some cheek pinching.)
Jesse - Oct 13, 2006 3:59:35 pm PDT #3604 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Man, I'm really supposed to be cleaning my apartment right now, but eh. I'm thinking I go to bed at a reasonable hour and get up ditto, and that will be fine.
sarameg - Oct 13, 2006 4:01:25 pm PDT #3605 of 10001
Hrm.
Jesse, should I call you when I get up? At six aye em? Provided I don't fuck that up?