So after temping for four weeks in the same mega-building as my previous job, I keep running into people I know in the lobby. And I am cheered by the warmth with which I've been greeted by everybody. I didn't have a lot of close friends at my job, and the ones I was close with left before me. But apparently all the secretaries and paralegals and attorneys I chatted up for three years are fond of me.

In short, you compliment a secretary on her hair once and she'll remember your name forever.

Sean, I'm so proud of your culinary skillz.

Actually, I knew this about the dangers of dull knives long before I started to be able to cook more than just mouldy rice in a tube. I think I picked it up from Boy Scouts or summat. Boy stuff.

But thanks for the kudos. I'm also a bit astounded (astounished?) by my culinary journeys of the last few years.

I have "I'm Just Here For the Food" AND Season One of "Good Eats" on DVD. You want I should bring over?

Yes please!

Oh Jesse. btdt. sucky.

I am looking forward to the awesome sense of accomplishment later, though.

It still stands. You have gone from someone who made me worry he might get sick from malnutrition, to someone whose dinner invitation I'd accept with anticipation.

I think, in an effort to prove all of us wrong about her dull knives, Nutty has now accidentally chopped both her hands off, and we'll never hear from her again, until she gets some voice recognition software.

Yer snarks's pretty good, too.

In short, you compliment a secretary on her hair once and she'll remember your name forever.

My father one day when we were in Manhattan for some reason or other decided to drop in and have lunch in his old cafeteria at NYU Medical Center. People kept just popping by all "hey, how's it going, haven't seen you around in a while, we should have lunch" with no apparent realization of the reason they hadn't seen him recently.

That reason being that we'd moved away from New York more than ten years earlier.

I expect LKH would be more entertaining when dealing with a job rejection.

"Let me say that all of you that interviewed me, and have decided not to hire me, I am happy for you. I don't want a position that doesn't push me past comfortable envelope of the mundane."

Jesse, you need a lori. I'm perfectly willing to let IKEA stuff sit around until she has some free time. In fact, I insist on it. That's one big plus for Cost Plus World Market: their stuff is really simple to put together, and very sturdy.

I'm such a n00b foodie

Takes wagers on when the inevitable moldy-rice-in-a-tube comment will arrive.

Oh, wait...