Rodney Yee And His Enormous Package

I'm pretty sure Victor coined the term. I've never thought of him as anything else since.

In order to do any useful work, I have to fill out a "change request form", so that it can be approved.

The form includes two separate fields, "Purpose for Change", and "Reason for Change".

I suspect this means that my job has gotten a little too bureaucratic.

Purpose: To fix thing that is broken.

Reason: It's broken.

Kat, can you hide that picture? B's very shy.

NY is weird. So far LA doesn't smell of strange things unless it was that one time with the jasmine.

At least not my neck of the woods.

Libkitty, it was suggested here, actually. It gives me enough time to get clear of the trigger smell, and prevents it from lingering.

Dammit. I gotta go tweak my damned resume.

Actually, that Joe Millionaire weight-loss woman isn't a size 4; she's a 2. I only know this because that commercial is on ALL THE FUCKING TIME, and she giggles in the most insipid way every time she says "This is a 2!"

t /fat girl with issues

I feel like I had something else of import to say, but my mind is a blank. Huh.

New Yorkers, no offense to your fair city, but the quarterly "What's that SMELL?" is....kinda weird. What's next, rain of toads?

Anyone here hate the word "blogosphere"? Then this is the t-shirt for you: [link]

I don't think my bones by themselves would be a size 2.

The current Worth1000 thingie is to photoshopically remove people from fine artwork. But their clothes are still there. Freaky.

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Gronk.

Home sick with the ick today. I've got a checkup tomorrow morning, but I was kinda hoping I'd be unsick for that so I could get a baseline reading on the current state of my health. I am feeling a little better, but every few minutes my stomach needs to remind me I'm feeling queasy. Sympathy ick for the pregnant Buffistas, perhaps?

This seemed it might appeal to certain people here: [link]