I woke up and had no memory of talking to them after the surgery, and was disappointed they didn't wait to talk to me.
I can always tell when Hubby's brain begins recording to permanent memory again, because he'll look around for me and say "There you are," even if I've been talking to him for ten minutes.
Hah! sarameg, it was you and ita I was thinking of specifically when I told mom that heads would go splodey. She also had a whole rant about people wanting things with radio buttons and checkboxes instead of tab and type.
Yesterday a co-kravver came up to me and said he was looking for a specific image for something to do with the video games he's part of producing, and did I know anyone who could help.
He totally claims he was going to ask me if I'd help, but didn't want to lead out that way.
The specific image? A woman's cleavage. Just cleavage. No face. Dude, you better put my rack appreciation a little sooner in your pitch for help.
I am miffed, not to mention wounded.
Great. Suddenly I am become all punctuation paranoid. Should that comma really go there? Am I punctuating for grammar or am I punctuating for breathing space?
This is how the rules get degraded.
Vortex is totally my hero.
Indeed.
I would be very uncomfortable with the memory wipe thing. I already have big fear issues with being put under. Ick, don't want me brain messed with.
Also, I am going to pay more attention to people possibly putting stuff in people's drinks in the future. Damn.
You are shitting me.
I assumed that phrase was sarcastic.
I assumed that phrase was sarcastic.
"Corporate weasel" was probably a little too on-the-nose.
Oh, then I'm sadly disappointed if it's not actually true. I was having fun envisioning the ad they had to put together.
I think I just heard erinaceous spit coffee on her monitor.