Are you working on this, ND? [link]
The local PBS station is doing a special interviewing Georgians who were in World War II. I just saw interviews with two former WACs, one of whom worked with Enigma decoding and the other took dictation and typed up the plans for D-Day. The latter said tha,t at the end of the day, they weren't allow to leave the office until all of the carbons and typewriter ribbons were found and burned. When they were done, their supervisor asked if they wanted to go with him to give the finished copy to Eisenhower.
Yes. I'm the principal sound designer and show control programmer for all of the mazes on that project. My crew (which includes Joe and Sean) started the installation yesterday.
I figured when I saw the ad that that would explain the horror movie marathon.
That would be the reason. It is a fun project but it is also a very big one. By a week from tomorrow my company will have installed close to 200 speakers and run almost 40,000' of cable. I am also responsible for video and I program the 5 show control systems that run the mazes.
Congratulations on your future baby boy, Stephanie!
Hello all. I am in the midst of Back to School hell and have proven to myself that I do indeed turn into a speed-talking, word-fumbling, nervous-as-hell moron
every single time
I have to interact with groups of parents.
It's a gift.
Did that gift at least come with some nice wrapping paper? Or a card?
Yes. It was wrapped in a brown paper bag, set on fire, and left on the front porch. The "card" was inside.
Yay, boy! That's exciting, Stephanie.
Hello all. I am in the midst of Back to School hell and have proven to myself that I do indeed turn into a speed-talking, word-fumbling, nervous-as-hell moron every single time I have to interact with groups of parents.
Hee. At least you don't have to try and talk to them in your completely ungrammatical pidgin Spanish. "It is nice to meet you. Excuse me, my Spanish is very bad. Necessary is your son to study more. No homework! We work more homework! Thank you."
Yeah, I got that one DOWN.
I've decided to accept the bar thing as a sincerely meant, awkwardly-phrased compliment. After all, this kid is a major gang-banging hard-ass; what's he gonna say -- talk with me over lattes?
ION, I think I passed a weird life-goalpost thingie tonight; a good friend had her campaign kick-off for her run for freakin' STATE OFFICE. It was so weird. I have no idea what to say to politicos. I'm good at schmoozing, but..."Hey, vote for X! She's awesome and genuine and would do a great job. Don't ask me about college."
