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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.
What are people doing this weekend?
Having lunch with a couple up from New York on Sunday, then finding someplace to watch the Pats game. Tomorrow I think I'll do sweet FA, except maybe try to finally get to HPatOotP and/or Ratatouille.
Tonight? Currently trying to figure out what I'll do for dinner, then home for Doctor Who and playing catchup with my DVR/DVDs.
Other than that, I'll be sitting around waiting for the phone to ring, and feeling sorry about myself.
This is a bad plan.
I'm going to a Braves game tonight. I'm winging the rest of the weekend.
If the cat is no more, has ceased to be, has expired and gone to meet 'is maker, it doesn't go to the hospital. So it doesn't end up in the data.
But Animal Control gets called to clean up the splat, right? Anyway, on Animal Cops they always call up the cops/ASPCA, even if the critter is already dead.
Yes, I just muddied the statistical-counting waters with anecdotal evidence from television. What?
Someone remind me that I shouldn't care if someone I barely know thinks I'm stupid.
We've got this thing going on at work where I've come in on the middle of a process and really don't know what the hell is going on, but because of my position I'm the one who gets all the calls from Finance Guy. Already I've prepared a document with completely incorrect information, because my boss gave me the wrong instructions, and blithely sent it to him, leading to an irate phone call with obvious overtones of "You're an idiot."
Today he called to follow up on whether I've got the corrected document ready yet (I don't, but only because everyone has been on vacation till this week, and this week we've been too busy with new intern orientation). He gave just his first name (a VERY common name, btw) and his department, which I didn't immediately link to the report because it's such a big, general office. Then he asked about the report, but used a different name for it than what we've been calling it in my department. Given all that, and given the fact I'd been tunnel-vision focused on what I was doing when the phone rang, my first reaction was, "Wha? Huh?" Again, the disbelief and condescension on his side were blatant.
WHY does it bother me so much that this guy thinks I'm stupid? WHY am I feeling so tempted to run up to his office and outline my intellectual credentials and areas of expertise so I'll feel like he respects me properly instead of sneering at me because I'm ignorant in this one specific area that happens to be his job?
The only proper response, Susan, is @@@@@@@@...forever.
Guess what y'all!
I CAN HAZ PASSPRT!!!!
Southwest Airlines just confuses me. First, you can't fly if they think you're too fat, now you can't fly if your outfit is "too revealing".
Oh, man. I felt like my meeting was going on forever, but figured I'd only spent about an hour in there (don't wear a watch).
Nope, it was closer to two. I feel more justified in wanting a nap now.
Pets In Uniform
Imagine: your dog, cat, or other pet in full military regalia. We make this fantasy a reality. Using the latest digital techniques, we combine a photo of your pet with the uniform and background of your choice.
Their heds iz pasted on, meow!
If those people are getting people to pay for that...well, good on 'em, I guess.
Here is a picture of my cat in a Stormtrooper uniform: [link]
Weekend:
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