Timelies all!

G is back from his trip. Yay!

I looked up a moment ago to discover that a coworker was wearing leather pants.

I just used up all my remaining willpower for the day by not pointing and laughing at him.

I [heart] Nutty, and this analogy, SO MUCH.

I don't really get the analogy. But I don't have boogers in my hair. Or live in Boston.

I just used up all my remaining willpower for the day by not pointing and laughing at him.

Should we send him pictures of you wearing leather pants to show him how its done?

Well, I managed to get the copyediting test to the PO just before it closed.

I love it when a plan comes together and I don't have to pick the restaurant....

Hey, the restaurant is not yet picked! You may yet be called up for duty. I have sent my interviewer a message for more specifics on the meeting and her location. She said she wanted suggestions, but I'm sort of worried about suggesting the wrong type of place since this is more of a "we have someone in our group in DC/Balt next week for business, can you meet with them?" than an official interview. Whatever that means.

You may yet be called up for duty.

No, we've got lisah for that!

Should we send him pictures of you wearing leather pants to show him how its done?

I'm just saying that leather pants don't really belong in a cubicle unless Angelus is slaughtering a hapless temp at Wolfram & Hart.

Actually, if I was on the bomb squad, I'd be professionally paranoid about the placement of the Mooninites, because they were in many places that a serious terrorist would pick -- bridges, overpasses, public transportation, hospitals, and there were enough of them that it could be an organized effort.

Just because they looked harmless was no guarantee they would turn out to be mistakes -- there's such a thing as bombs not intended to hurt the general public, but to kill the police who respond to bomb sites, with a second, much bigger and more well-concealed bomb hidden nearby ready to go off just about when the police presence is at its maximum.

So when reports of more and more of these unknown devices started coming in, I don't blame Police HQ for pushing the Big Red Button and calling in the figurative Marines.

Of course, the political idiocy/persiflage afterwards just gives me the hives and makes my region look much stupider than it actually is, but there really was a good solid reason that it was as much as fuss at the time as it was.

At Harborplace, don't linger at the dinosaur display...a kid on Homicide caught a bullet there.

I'm just saying that leather pants don't really belong in a cubicle unless Angelus is slaughtering a hapless temp at Wolfram & Hart.

This is a sound policy.

Actually, I'm still not recovered from my first office that had casual day and a woman showed up in her sweats. A fully coordinated loud green and gold top and bottom velour kind of sweat suit. In an office.

Mind, I'm not a fashion plate at work, but I can do office-generic.

It's kind of funny seeing all the Boston people get huffy about "overreacting" to the Not-Bombs-Cartoons. Like their very urbane sophistication is at stake.

mocks Bostonians for hopeless rubes when they're not looking