Our fancy-schmancy coffee machine is broken. On a Monday morning. Unfair! Now I'm going to have to go downstairs and buy coffee from one of those places that (also unfair!) seduces me with tasty baked treats when I'm trying to be good.
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.
FNL: Bit of an interview with Jason Katims.
Soon it will be lunchtime, and I can eat the sushi I brought.
I'm not sure I can wait 15 minutes for lunch. I am starving and in dire need of caffeine.
I don't get the genre of costumes where the charater's face is your torso.
Okay. That just sounds freaky.
I want sushi. Instead, I'm having a sandwich for lunch. If I make it that long.
I came into the office to a bunch of freaked-out emails on various subjects, all needing me to DO SOMETHING RIGHT NOW. It's Monday with a vengeance.
The part that made me go WTF about their commentary:
Dr. Thorpe: Yeah, Oscar's particular brand of zings were really effective because they made you just really, really wish he didn't exist.
Zack: Sort of like Samuel Clemens except instead of writing about children as a commentary on the times Oscar Wilde fucked children as a commentary on the times.
They went on to admit that they were making up the bit about Oscar Wilde and children, but they really don't think Wilde or Twain were funny?
Dude! Are none of you celebrating the lack of navigational skills day?
Even my Navajo kids are celebrating Mr. WherethehellamI! About which I say, bwah!
I really hate mondays.