Dawn: I thought you were adequate. Giles: And the accolades keep pouring in. I'd best take my leave before my head swells any larger. Good night.

'First Date'


Natter 55: It's the 55th Natter  

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.


§ ita § - Dec 20, 2007 12:33:46 pm PST #8624 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Too bright a blue for me. Rats.


Cashmere - Dec 20, 2007 12:42:44 pm PST #8625 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

I just spent $1000 for furnace repairs. Which doesn't bother me so much because there is a warranty on the house. However, the problem was discovered during a regular furnace check and subsequent emergency call (after the furnace quit in subzero weather)--and I'll bet I'm going to have to fight tooth and nail to get the warranty company to pay this.

Their policy is to call them FIRST and then they dispatch one of their contractors to fix the problems. Only because we'd been doing regular maintenance (NOT covered) and that guy figured out the complex problem with the unit, we had them go ahead and fix it.

I called the warranty company and they did send their guy out--but he left because my guy figured out the problem after five hours of pulling individual parts out and testing them.

If they give me shit about this, I'm going to go ballistic.


Gudanov - Dec 20, 2007 12:42:49 pm PST #8626 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping

No. 18-3943 - Pantone's "color for the year" (when did this start being a Thing? ... not just a PR thing, I mean.)

I imagine this is decided by having a wall covered in little Pantone color samples and then bringing in a fashion consultant who is blindfolded, turned around three times, and given a dart to throw at the Pantone covered wall.


hippocampus - Dec 20, 2007 12:47:16 pm PST #8627 of 10001
not your mom's socks.

Too bright a blue for me. Rats.

try the cerulean from 2000. It was a good year for colors, they say.

I imagine this is decided by having a wall covered in little Pantone color samples and then bringing in a fashion consultant who is blindfolded, turned around three times, and given a dart to throw at the Pantone covered wall.

Gud is wise.


Gudanov - Dec 20, 2007 1:03:30 pm PST #8628 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping

Gmail has given up on news and sent me this link...

Dirty Reindeer X-mas Tee - www.PhatRags.com/Reindeer - You won't believe what these reindeer are doing!

Fuck you Google and your complete lack of respect for my taste.


erikaj - Dec 20, 2007 1:27:05 pm PST #8629 of 10001
I'm a fucking amazing catch!--Fiona Gallagher, Shameless(US)

God, that sounds like a punchline..."What do you mean, Two Reindeer Mating?" And not in a good way. What the hell?


juliana - Dec 20, 2007 2:04:25 pm PST #8630 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

Stewart, Colbert Returning to Airwaves Jan. 7


brenda m - Dec 20, 2007 2:18:27 pm PST #8631 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Doing their own writing, or using scabs? The one I guess I can live with, but the other?

ION, am caught in the middle again on this annoying work project where on the one side is a neurotic control freak on the one hand and couple of higher level experts in the company on the other hand. We have calls and meetings and decide how to proceed, and then the two expert guys fucking disappear and I get to keep reassuring control freak that everything is on track as she gets progressively more batshit.

And the thing is, I know these guys, and I know they'll come through in the end. But it will be the very end because given their workloads and other client commitments, this project is simply not that high priority.

But I can't just say that to freaked-out chick, because it's her big deal. And business-wise, the two guys are more important to me in my role. So I can't throw them under the bus and just say "look, B and T haven't given me anything, they're not returning my phone calls, and I can't move forward unless they do, so we're just fucking stuck, ok?"

So I get to blow smoke at her for two weeks, she clearly sees me as totally obstructionist and slacking, and the two guys continue on their merry way. I want to stab all three of them in the face.


Jesse - Dec 20, 2007 2:24:56 pm PST #8632 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I did a good deed at work, after the clusterfuck of yesterday. There's someone who's in the middle of many many clusterfucks. I'm not even sure how much is her fault, but I'm pretty sure most of it is the fault of policies set by her boss. But whatever, I'd hate to have everyone mad at me all the time, even if it is my fault. So I said that to her (not the part about it being her fault, the part about how I know how much shit she gets from so many people), and I think she was really touched. I think no one actually says that to her!


Jesse - Dec 20, 2007 2:25:56 pm PST #8633 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Oh! Also! A coworker brought her little baby in for the first time today, which was awesome -- there was an office-wide announcement and we all came running. But then coworker's partner started talking about mastitis. Dude. TMI! TMI for friends, much less coworkers!!