:: mind goes to a strange Talk To Her scene ::
And suddenly...I don't want one anymore...
We're still working on a plan, but so far it involves being sent to prison and becoming somebody's bitch.
Fred ,'Just Rewards (2)'
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.
Jessica - Apr 17, 2007 10:38:36 am PDT #3067 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Daisy Jane - Apr 17, 2007 10:45:28 am PDT #3068 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
There's an awesome story on NPR right now about online communities in relation to the V. Tech story. Really neat and inspired me to come in here to tell y'all. (((((((Buffistas)))))))). I love y'all.
P.M. Marc - Apr 17, 2007 10:45:55 am PDT #3069 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Plei, Raq, others? Is there a good source for baby accessories in black, instead of cupcakes and rainbows? Coworker keeps getting looked at funny by shop people.
I wish. Ebay.
-t - Apr 17, 2007 10:45:58 am PDT #3070 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Have we discussed Amber Benson's upcoming movie that seems to be about keeping cabana boys? [link]
No mention of pneumatic tubes, but it's still in production after all.
Stephanie - Apr 17, 2007 10:48:15 am PDT #3071 of 10001
Trust my rage
In my office, we write most of our decisions and save them on a shared drive. They are then reviewed and printed by a supervisor. There is a few weeks backlog between when we write the decisions and when they are printed. Literally hours of work are saved on the shared drive.
Today, after receiving an email to delete our *own* personal stuff off the drive, someone went in and deleted all the stuff that was *not his*. Supposedly IT can restore as of Friday, but if not, there will be some stressed out people around here, including me. Hours and hours of work just gone.
Can I have my tiny cabana boy come to my office now, please?
Jesse - Apr 17, 2007 10:55:10 am PDT #3072 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
If only you had been sending your work to your supervisor via pneumatic tube! Yikes.
Stephanie - Apr 17, 2007 10:58:59 am PDT #3073 of 10001
Trust my rage
I know - with a pneumatic tube, it would still be around. All the luddites around here are going "I told you so!"
Laura - Apr 17, 2007 11:00:39 am PDT #3074 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Yikes, that is not good, Stephanie.
There's an awesome story on NPR right now about online communities in relation to the V. Tech story.
I heard some of that. It sounded very familiar. The part I heard was discussing the reality of comfort provided by our online community friends. It should be up on their site. I'll look for the link.
Vortex - Apr 17, 2007 11:03:08 am PDT #3075 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
I heard on NPR this morning how Facebook communities are being set up.
JZ - Apr 17, 2007 11:04:29 am PDT #3076 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Today, after receiving an email to delete our *own* personal stuff off the drive, someone went in and deleted all the stuff that was *not his*.
That's just... that's moronic on an epic scale. I'm so sorry.
Pneumatic tubes are boss! We still have a pneumatic tube system here at work, mostly for transporting lab orders and (in very, very padded tubes) bodily fluid samples. The elevators here are so crappy that tubing the stuff is usually faster than hand-delivering it.
I eagerly await the first major metropolitan area brave enough to institute a Futurama-style public transit by pneumatic tube system. I don't care where it is, once the thing is up and running I'm moving there.
I bet it'll be Portland, OR. It just seems like a very Portland thing to do.
I was 200 messages behind, so everything else I was going to say or comment on has been said and commented by people smarter and more caught-up than me. Except that I have to wave fondly and sadly at the pixels of Nilly, whom I apparently totally missed. Phooey.