Never send a minion to do a god's work.

Glory ,'The Killer In Me'


The Crying of Natter 49  

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.


Topic!Cindy - Jan 25, 2007 7:59:47 am PST #5757 of 10001
What is even happening?

Did anyone watch Knights of Prosperity, last night?

I thought it was much better than last week, although still more typically sitcom-y, than the first two episodes. I laughed at the scene where they were going to take a vote, and the conversation devolved into administrivia about whether it would need to be unanimous, or a majority, etc. etc. etc. Then I remembered bon bon's friend writes for it, and laughed a little more.


Steph L. - Jan 25, 2007 8:05:05 am PST #5758 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

I do love that first bathroom, the one that's above the article. Gorgeous.

I do, too (if the urinal is taken out).


bon bon - Jan 25, 2007 8:07:26 am PST #5759 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

I should say, it's a friend-of-someone Bob knows on the writing staff. I didn't love last night's-- there were good moments, like the unicorn, but the writing seemed rushed-- no one considered that the briefcase was *not* filled with $$$? And the big reveal was that it was all a test? Isn't that what someone would have assumed? I'll keep watching it though. I think the bones are there, it just needs more time to settle in.


Connie Neil - Jan 25, 2007 8:11:09 am PST #5760 of 10001
brillig

I woke up instantly alert and well-rested, thought "UH OH!"

Add to that "The room's a lot brighter than it should be--oh, crap, sunlight!"


Topic!Cindy - Jan 25, 2007 8:14:16 am PST #5761 of 10001
What is even happening?

KoP

What you said about the briefcase. Who tests an unknown with 150,000 real dollars ? And yeah, that they didn't get it was a test really stretched it for me. But the whole conversation about voting tickled quite hard. I wondered, for a moment, if your Bob's friend had ever lurked in Bureaucracy.


shrift - Jan 25, 2007 8:20:44 am PST #5762 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

We no longer have a receptionist on our floor for some reason, and I haven't been able to find a good rumor as to why. And the other receptionist on the floor got tapped to replace a long time employee who apparently left/got laid off/for some reason is gone, baby, gone!

Oh, the intrigue!

So we have absolutely no receptionist on this floor, which means they have locked the doors so only people with keycards can get in. This is problematic, since many, many customers come in to do business with a big department on our floor.

And guess where the doors are?

Right. Behind. My desk.


Dana - Jan 25, 2007 8:22:53 am PST #5763 of 10001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.

And guess where the doors are?

Right. Behind. My desk.

Of course. Does an alarm go off if you prop the door open? Our floor has an alarm, and they had to send out an e-mail the other day reminding people NOT to set the alarm off, because they were getting so many false alarms, it was endangering our alarm permit.


Matt the Bruins fan - Jan 25, 2007 8:30:12 am PST #5764 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

Just when I think I can't be any fonder of Sir Ian McKellen... [link]


shrift - Jan 25, 2007 8:32:35 am PST #5765 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

I don't think an alarm will go off, but I'd need to get actual permission to prop open the doors. I won't be doing that, because then I'd have people wandering around the office knocking on my cube walls or shouting "Hello! Hello? HELLO." because they don't know where to go.

I'd rather listen to the futile sound of the rattling doors.


Lee - Jan 25, 2007 8:38:09 am PST #5766 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I thought I might have more motivation to be at work today (or, really, be awake) than I did yesterday, but I don't.

Oh well.