Ha ha -- I think I just figured out why I just crashed so hard. I took some expired DayQuil before I left the house this morning. I guess it did have some effect, which is now gone, gone, gone. Ah well.
Natter Area 51: The Truthiness Is in Here
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.
I just had my way to lunch blocked by Dick Cheney coming out of American Girl place in Chicago. He ruins everything.
One good look at a roadrunner, and it's hard to believe they aren't related. That's a seriously prehistoric looking creature.
They also sound like it, too. I was taking pictures of one while I was in Arizona a couple of weeks ago, and they make the weirdest sound.
Also, I've lived with conures, which are small parrots, and even these tiny pirds would try to chest-up and intimidate any humans that came near them. It didn't matter that you were twenty times their size. They'd just give you a look like "Mammal, please...."
Also, I've lived with conures, which are small parrots, and even these tiny pirds would try to chest-up and intimidate any humans that came near them. It didn't matter that you were twenty times their size. They'd just give you a look like "Mammal, please...."
For some strange reason this makes me want to train a parrot to say "Eat a fucking muffin, whitey!"
t /random Friday weirdness
I just had my way to lunch blocked by Dick Cheney coming out of American Girl place in Chicago. He ruins everything.
Oh sure, that motorcade doesn't crash.
Ha! There were blueberry bagels in our conference room the other day. I have to really watch myself to not say that out loud every time that happens.
I just had my way to lunch blocked by Dick Cheney coming out of American Girl place in Chicago.
Oh god, the face of evil is here?
Woohoo. I made myself get on the treadmill.
Now I am tired and sweaty. Why did I make myself get on the treadmill?
Ha! There were blueberry bagels in our conference room the other day. I have to really watch myself to not say that out loud every time that happens.
Yep, I feel the same way at our Friday floor breakfasts when someone's grab-bagged bagels and a chocolate chip bagel (ewwwwww!) gets in the mix. Inevitably, someone snags it like they've just scored bigtime.
Why did I make myself get on the treadmill?
Because I ate french fries for lunch.