the last three CDs I bought were Cake, Sarolta Zalatnay and Social Distortion.
Hmm. Maybe I will attempt a mishmash. How do your tastes run in general? Also, have you been to the Museum of Jurassic Technology? It has been suggested I go there.
Jayne: That's a good idea. Good idea. Tell us where the stuff's at so I can shoot you. Mal: Point of interest? Offering to shoot us might not work so well as an incentive as you might imagine.
'Out Of Gas'
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Polter-Cow - Dec 13, 2007 10:54:45 am PST #8201 of 10002
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Vortex - Dec 13, 2007 10:57:27 am PST #8202 of 10002
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
(without getting personal or specific, because it just seems like a bad idea to look even remotely drama-queeny on my very first day),
I don't think it's drama queeny to let them know that you are the sole supporter of a family of four. I think it's important for them to know that you are not being greedy, but doing this out of necessity.
EM will start actively job-hunting after the holidays, and as soon as she finds something Emmett will go back on her insurance.
I wouldn't count on that. You may not be able to make that change until the open enrollment period. EM could contribute to you, though.
Emily - Dec 13, 2007 11:00:23 am PST #8203 of 10002
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
Damn. I was going to suggest looking into WIC, but I bet they look at gross income, not net (that is, if you could feed your family without insurance, then you're not eligible). Is there ANY chance Emmett could qualify for Healthy Families? Or... argh. Dammit, a livable income for a family of 4 in Sacramento != a livable income in San Francisco!
I'm so sorry, JZ.
omnis_audis - Dec 13, 2007 11:02:13 am PST #8204 of 10002
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
Also, have you been to the Museum of Jurassic Technology? It has been suggested I go there.Dude, never heard of, but looks cool (I love museums). I'm game for that while your here (schedule permitting of course... hate that caveat).
Sean K - Dec 13, 2007 11:06:23 am PST #8205 of 10002
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
I have been to the Museum of Jurrasic Technology several times. It's one of my favorite places in the world to visit.
Toddson - Dec 13, 2007 11:07:42 am PST #8206 of 10002
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
To quote Ezra Pound
Winter is icumen in
Lhude sing goddam
edited to get the quote working
Miracleman - Dec 13, 2007 11:15:03 am PST #8207 of 10002
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
31 minutes to go...
...food running short. May have to eat the mules. Sherpa guides getting nervous...the cubicles around us are considered places of evil, or dark magicks and blood. It is only through offering more office kitchen perqs (water and stale xmas cookies) that I can keep them with me. Without them, I am surely lost...in all senses of the word....
sj - Dec 13, 2007 11:18:38 am PST #8208 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
My mother is still stuck at work too. She the school secretary. School was dismissed 3 hours ago, but not everyone has picked up their kids yet.
Connie Neil - Dec 13, 2007 11:18:45 am PST #8209 of 10002
brillig
I want to visit Miracleman's office. Perhaps taunting the natives with coffee. And Cheetos.
Yes, I live dangerously.
Miracleman - Dec 13, 2007 11:24:54 am PST #8210 of 10002
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
22 minutes to go...
...Sherpas have finally deserted me, cowardly dogs that they are. I am writing this huddled around a small fire I've started in a copy room. The printer repeatedly flashes its plaintive "paper jam - please clear paper" message, but I will not touch it. I will not have its ebon essence on my fingers.
I will have to strike out on my own. The one mule has developed a limp (it stumbled over a stray Ethernet cable two days ago) and I fear it has gone irreparably lame. I will have to bludgeon it with a stapler. The good news: I can smoke the meat; hopefully it will strengthen me for the trek ahead.
I hear a rustling down the corridor...it may be a Supervisor. I will hide in this cabinet and make my move later...