I just had a ridiculous work crisis at work, that involved much freaking out and running around and panicking on my part, all of which was fixed by a five minute conversation with the CEO. This is why she's the boss. I swear.
I'm glad for the kids here that it's supposed to be high of 68 tomorrow, except for the ones who planned a warm costume.
I need a toaster. The one we had belonged to the house. I was going to just buy one, but it'd probably be easier to convert a friend.
Also, it turns out that if I have salad fixings in the fridge, come lunchtime, I will actually eat them. Whodathunk?
Can you sue a witch if her spells don't work? Apparantly....
Seems fair enough to me. In some cities in the U.S. that could have earned her a fraud conviction.
> But back in 1470 B.C., this was the agenda for one of ancient Egypt's most raucous rituals, the "festival of drunkenness,"
Shouldn't that be "Ra-cous rituals"?
He is the One God!
He is the Sun God!
Ra! Ra! Ra!
[Stolen from the Illuminati series]
Oh, and from the Egyptian link -ancient Egyptian birth control may have included:
stone amulets that served as intrauterine devices.
Ouch!
At the moment, it seems to be warmer in Chicago than it is in Los Angeles. I reserve the right to have five seconds of "IM IN UR FACE STEALIN UR RAYZ" before it begins snowing.
I am tired and ill.
I thought for a moment that you were talking about due South Rays.
I have Tivo - so I don't see vote for against ads.
I toss the useless junk I get in the mail
but I still get the damn phonecalls.
3 on sunday between 530 - 630
dinner hour.
Bah
Honestly, I just don't answer the phone until after 9. If it is someone who knows me, they've been told to start talking, cause then I'll pick up (since I don't have caller id.)
I thought for a moment that you were talking about due South Rays.
The follow up to that would be, I think: IM IN UR PRECINCT SEXIN UR MOUNTIEZ
I thought for a moment that you were talking about due South Rays.
Not the only one. I got all indignant for a moment that Shrift was apparently holding out on the rest of us Chicagoans.
As a phone volunteer, I'd prefer to get your machine than your spleen. So to speak.