I have lost my mind, people. Our marketing manager—who's been peppering me with increasingly frequent special requests in addition to my normal workload—sent me an ad layout request at 5:00pm on a Friday. And I sent her the completed file 20 minutes later. WHAT WAS I THINKING?!?
Mal ,'Jaynestown'
Natter 54: Right here, dammit.
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.
She's tasted blood, Matt, and she'll be back for more.
Oh, no, Matt. You fed the stray filet mignon.
Immediately after I did it, I realized I should have told her that I might be able to get it to her by Tuesday, and then sent it out last thing Monday night. Scotty would be so disappointed in me.
-t, if you want to come all the way to our TJ's, then yes. After a few months we get a 10% discount. Wheeeeee!
Right in Alameda? I won't do it regularly, but if I'm out that way (as I sometimes am), why not?
So. It seems the "Zionist Freemasons" have taken control of the world.
Ohhhh, those people are the nuttiest. (The arrested people, not the zionist freemasons. Did you know the freemasons are having a statewide open-house on the 19th? They're advertising it on the radio, although apparently you can only become a freemason if you have balls, because they were very specific about their vision of freely masonic manliness. No word on any zionist recruitment advertising as yet.)
I mean, they're from New Hampshire and all, but being willing to associate with Randy Weaver (giving him a microphone, even!) is getting up there in the almonds-and-filberts category of insane.
Google 411? Who knew?
I knew about the google sms thing.
I don't know if I'm allowed to send those SMSs. I had them turn some weird feature off on my account because I'd apparently signed up for a joke a day at 5$ a month.
Orangutan with thing for tattooed blondes. Humans.