GC, your GF's company is cruel. I hope she finds some thing soon.
Natter 48 Contiguous States of Denial
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.
Dear self,
stop with the stressy ball of stress.
Thanks - self.
Hmm. Framing that penultimate sentence made me wonder--how do Buffistas feel about the use of "hopefully" as a sentence adverb? As in, to replace "I hope" in the sentence under consideration. Bad? Inevitable? With precedent?As others have said, wrong but I do it anyway. Our grammar faux pas will set precedent for the future, hopefully becoming accepted.
Heh, watching Colbert this morning while I ate breakfast, and The Word was onMPREG. Seriously. Nearly spit out my Kashi.
Not only that, he mentioned butt babies!
Waves to all the Colbert Report writers who are lurking.
"Hopefully" is not at all wrong. Like split infinitives, it's just something that a generation of commentators got their panties in a wad about.
2. Add a Tablespoon or two of miso paste
I love how this presupposes that own miso paste or even know where to find it in the grocery store. And dashi stock? Hm. I'll investigate my local place, but I may need to make a trip to Whole Foods.
No stressballs!
I'm being sucked further down an information loop. OK, so 3 years ago, this project, C, asks us to store their data. There's precedent, so we do. Project C has since picked up steam and become a reality and is teaming with us, as planned. Except now they are coming to us and asking us "Um, that data? What is it?" How the hell should we know? You're the source! The local partners don't know either, because they are at stage 11million and this stuff was from stage -18. Dudes. No wonder our garage counter doesn't work.
GC, your gf's company is in for a good smiting.
I have what seems to be a small tree behind my car. I would have Mr. Jane slice it and move it, but we have no power (I'm on the laptop).
To the woman who was sitting sideways in her bus seat and thus squishing me: is your ass broken? do you have some debilitating tailbone cancer? is there some medical reason why you can't sit in your seat like a normal person?
To the woman who always puts makeup on while sitting next to me: you have no idea how much I want to jostle your elbow. omgwtf, I hate getting up early and even I manage to put makeup on before getting to the bus.
Who needs extra hate today? I seem to have plenty.