gronk. the weather has turned just cold enough tthat bed is the best place in the world

Does anyone else use #1 filters for a personal coffee maker? I've been to three stores in the last few days and no one carries the #1 filters.

the sound of leather on leather

See, that makes me think of two men making out.

ION, here's my plan: I'm gonna cut a hole in my head, put a tea bag in and then add hot water.

You know, the brain can't feel pain. Does that mean I should be careful not to make the water too hot, or that I can make the water as hot as I want?

Ah, work.

On Friday, my department (being a total of 3 people) got our yearly chastisement for too much chatting. The bonus thrown in was vague statements about personal phone calls. All of which was delivered to us by Incompetent!Boss, while Mean!Bitch!sort-of!Boss stood behind him smirking at us, and Big!Boss's daughter stood uncomfortably in the doorway (I think Incompetent!Boss asked her to be there to witness our chastisement.)

Now, keep in mind that Incompetent!Boss -- on a daily basis -- talks people's ears off with really really boring stories about his dogs/car troubles/both, AND spends hours on the phone fighting with FedEx about how they lost his shipment/charged him too much/damaged his shipment/all of the above.

My department is, predictably, being incredibly pissy and small-minded and petty, and have not spoken one word to Incompetent!Boss beyond that which is absolutely necessary for work. And the really funny part is that we didn't discuss it, or anything; we just all reached an unspoken concensus of pissy pettiness.

(Scola, no need to post links to jobs. I'm actually *enjoying* the unified front of pissy pettiness.)

See, that makes me think of two men making out.

...and?

You know, the brain can't feel pain. Does that mean I should be careful not to make the water too hot, or that I can make the water as hot as I want?

Try not to boil your spicy nummy brains in your head-tea, tommy. They'll get sludge in it.

the sound of leather on leather

See, that makes me think of two men making out.

And that makes *me* think of a really poorly aimed whip/flogger.

Which is, perhaps, a totally predictable reaction from me.

Halfway down the mountain, I realized that the louder-than-usual gravel clunking noise I heard on the way out the driveway was my coffee cup falling off the roof of the car.

Oh dear! I hate it when I do that (and, yes, I've done it more than once).

Love Steph's unified front of pissy pettiness!

Pissy and petty? Count me in.

Aww! [link]

Go Team Geek!Love.

“On our fourth date, I knew I had found the kind of dork I could love,”

Awww, indeed!