Maybe pictures in drag in Venus, and pictures out in the other sections?

Vinokourov believes the "blood anomalies in his body" may have resulted from the crash.

I'm gonna call in sick with blood anomalies in my body some day.

My favorite fantasy "calling in sick" is to say, "I'm sorry - I can't come to work today. I've got a bad case of death rattle."

What do I do if the display on the laptop has rotated 90 degrees?

We did this to a former coworker, once. We took a screenshot of his computer desktop, and, as the coworker was a graphic artist, we could open up his Photoshop, open up the screenshot, rotate it, and make it fill the screen.

He retaliated by printing out pictures of Charles Nelson Reilly's eyes and taping them up in unexpected parts of our cubicals.

I miss that office.

Maybe pictures in drag in Venus, and pictures out in the other sections?

I think this is what I'll go for.

Unless I find I've already made the decision--my brain is wobbly. I was happily stealing pics from AfterElton.com's hot 100 when I noticed their naming scheme sometimes kinda looked like mine. I was taking my own stuff off them...

D'oh.

I can haz home now? Painkillers?

Next time I'm going to plan for the gym at lunch. End of work isn't going to cut it.

sara, The current issue of Smithsonian magazine has an article on American expats in Prague and a brief blurb on Hatch, NM. It was written with you in mind!

Oooh, thanks for the tip!

I've wondered what the expat community is like now. I wasn't there at the peak (at least I don't think I was. I had no idea it was the place to go when I chose it. I was drunk on former soviet satellites and Krakow sounded too gray.)

No tutoring tonight. Just as well, I'm a pill.

paperdol, I'm currently in love with Special K cereal. It's pretty tasty--I wasn't expecting it to be.

DH came home late and I had to scrap the eyebrow waxing. I did make my hair appointment, though. He's lucky. If I didn't get my roots done, he'd have been a dead man walking.

Oh, and Liv did a face plant while I was gone. Bad nosebleed. Liv & DH's shirts (which he tried to hide in the washing machine) look like he performed surgery.

My favorite fantasy "calling in sick" is to say, "I'm sorry - I can't come to work today. I've got a bad case of death rattle."

My ex once had a migraine so bad her girlfriend called her in "dead"--but just left a message for the boss. Who actually BELIEVED she was dead, and freaked out. Doh!

I don't know how many of y'all are familiar with Sarah Chayes, formerly of NPR, and author of Punishment of Virtue (depressingly good book.) But she set up a soap making collective in Afghanistan.

The Arghand org's site is [link] She's now got retailers with an online presence, so you don't have to go to an actual store: [link]

I hadn't checked the site in a while, and sent my mom the link unawares. She spent quite a bit at [link] . I expect I'll be getting Afghani-made soaps for xmas....

Anyway, thought I'd share. The soaps are gorgeous.

eta: Poor Olivia! Of course, she's likely less traumatized than her dad.

Oh poor Olivia! Face plants are the worst.

I hate everything right now and the fact that I can't even bitch about it in my LJ is the worst.

Nova Science Now is talking about a sculpture at the CIA's headquarters: a giant copper sheet with encrypted text cut into it. It's been almost ten years and the code hasn't been fully cracked yet. It's called Kryptos, and only the sculptor knows the code. This pleases me.