'Destiny'
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.
Ack! Oliver earworm!
I don't have a cervical collar, Cindy. I have some of that Icy Heat cream, though.
I don't know what I did, either. A pinched nerve isn't worth it unless you've been indulging in contortions of the most pleasurable kind.
Which I wasn't. Alone. In the shower.
Which I wasn't. Alone. In the shower.You know for an writer/editor, you're playing pretty fast and loose with the punctuation, and making me think things I hadn't been thinking.
Take ibuprofen or your anti-inflammatory of choice, too. If you can (oh-so) gently stretch it from time to time (no bouncy movements, no straining) it might help some. When you go to bed tonight, try to finagle your pillows so you're sleeping with some support under your neck.
My deepest sympathies. I know what it feels like and it's awful. My mother's dealing with it right now, too. She's finally called her doctor, because it's been going on for weeks, and I even gave her one of my collars.
Shrift, it's your fault that I'm now downloading Ok Go.
I'm not going to apologize for ridiculously catchy pop songs, or choreographed dudes on treadmills.
Yay, amych!
I won't touch other people's laundry, but I don't care if someone takes mine out the dryer. I time myself to make sure I get back to the washing machine before someone dumps my wet clothes on the table. Yes, I hate conflict that much.
AmyLiz, speaking of luandry, I once sent my back into an immovable spasm for fifteen minutes merely by folding a piece of laundry. I think nerves store up grudges over small offenses and then smack you when you least expect it.
and yet, shrift, you should! It's CLEARLY your fault.
and yet, shrift, you should! It's CLEARLY your fault.
Very well. I humbly apologize for being awesome.
In meaningless celebrity gossip, Yahoo is reporting that Piven and Cusack are on the outs, possibly due to Piven's recent successes: [link]
I'm trying to write a strongly worded letter, and I'm afeared I'm coming off as a prude and not a reasonable person who is just REALLY MAD.
Help? Thoughts?
My name is Allyson, and I'm a secretary (specifics redacted). I handle a great deal of purchase orders for optical instruments in support of my group.
This morning I was sorting through some catalogues that just arrived, and well, was sort of disgusted to find a cheesecake photo of a barefoot woman in a short skirt and plunging neckline selling me optics.
It's oddly inappropriate, yeah? I'm not distributing this thing. It's embarassing and weird, for both your company, and no doubt, a lot of scientists and engineers who would be uncomfortable seeing this cover on the desks of colleagues. Seriously, what was the marketing department thinking?
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Big giant fist-pumping right the fuck on with your bad ol' grad-student self, amych!
I was going to add something sparkling and COMMable about nondairy creamer and salad, but it got lost in the midst of dealing with a fussy baby. Oh, how brilliant it would have been!
My name is Allyson, and I'm a secretary (specifics redacted). I handle a great deal of purchase orders for optical instruments in support of my group.
This morning I was sorting through some catalogues that just arrived, and found a photo of a barefoot woman, in a short skirt and plunging neckline, selling me optics.
It struck me as odd that your company is using cheesecake to promote optics to scientists and engineers. Am I supposed to make this available to my colleagues with a straight face? Seriously, what was the marketing department thinking?
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