someone just sent this to me - so blame them when you groan, after you laugh.... Hurricane Dean's Projected Path, v. 3.2

eta: office audio alert!

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Directory of schools offering accredited library degrees here: [link]

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Okay, so everyone start using "sugar" when you would normally use "cute." GO!

I'm in! In added funny, "Sugar" is the name of the new sex toy shop in my neighborhood.

My shoulders are big enough, thank you.

Oh maybe this is why I like the capped (and a little poufy) sleeves even on my big arms. My shoulders are big. Mystery solved! (Or I'm delusional and they don't look as good as I think they do!)

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Also, ND, I love the logo. Verra nice.

Question # 1: Why is Madonna "Vogue" STUCK IN MY HEAD?!?

[link]

This is a good reason!

O.M.G. THAT is freakin' brilliant. Seriously brilliant.

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sox, that is hilarious.

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Well, if folks would like some Diablo Sound stuff there's now a cafepress shop up here:

[link]

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Holy cow. I am exhausted. And I still have stuff I must get done today. Blech. But, I'm the proud owner of a new DVD player and a futon for the living room. YAY! Now to put them together, so I can plop down and watch a movie...

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Cap sleeves tops are the shirts that make people say "that's so you!"

They enhance the transition from delt to quad/triceps. My muscles are pretty slack while not being used, so my shallowness is very pleased by the optical illusion.

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Well, if folks would like some Diablo Sound stuff there's now a cafepress shop up

I think it's very funny that you chose to include the maternity shirt. Heh. "Hey, nice t-shirt! Wait a second...your name wouldn't be 'Rosemary' by any chance, would it?" t backs slowly away

t tired rant
I am having a nibbled to death by ducks kind of day. Fought 30 miles of commuter traffic to get to school, all virtuous and ready to be productive, and discovered that my new classroom is in complete chaos: a few random student desks (not the ones I'm supposed to eventually have), everything piled on top of the teacher desk, and no clear indication of whether they're planning to paint or anything. Also no projection screen, which was the *only* thing I asked for this year. I sent an email off to maintenance asking (very, very nicely) whether or not I could start setting up or if work was still being done, but there was nothing left to do today except grab some curricular stuff and head home. Five miles into the commute back, I got stuck in a massive traffic jam from a semi that had gone over the median and shut down three lanes of traffic on the 101. Finally got most of the way home, stopped at the pharmacy, and learned that one of my prescriptions has exceeded the insurance company's maximum allowable limit, and the other one isn't covered at all. That second one is the Ambien that was going to ensure I didn't do my yearly insomnia routine for the first week of school. The pharmacy called the doctor, who said he would speak to the insurance company to get prior approval. Unfortunately, that process takes two weeks. I'm going to ask if I can get some more samples from the doctor, but argh.

Anyway, I left the house five hours ago and yet feel like I have accomplished nothing. Really not a big deal in the grand scheme of things, and nothing that won't be resolved relatively easily in time, but man do those little nibbles add up. Stupid ducks.
t /tired rant

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but man do those little nibbles add up. Stupid ducks.

{{{Kristin}}} I'm sorry. I hate those kind of days.

Also, where does "nibbled to death by ducks" come from? My therapist asks me what it means EVERY time I say it, and I thought it was a pretty common phrase. Is that a Buffistadom?

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