'Safe'
[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.
I'm back at Capitol Records again. Today we are recording the sounds that the mutant toys make. We have someone in the studio banging on pots and pans and brake drums. A moment ago he was playing a washboard.
I'm getting paid for this.
BWAH!
I say this in all love...I hate you!!!!!! I'm jealous of you!!!!!!
t blows raspberry
I have finally finished a draft of my personal statement for the Chaucer seminar. I sent it to a sympathetic colleague for a proof and feedback and am paralyzed with the fear that she will say it sucks and needs to be completely rewritten.
I don't have a rewrite in me. I really don't.
My sister (the younger one, not the one in China) writes nearly all of her emails in lolspeak and it drives me BATTY because I *know* she can write well and professionally when she tries. Such as when she's sharing her students' artwork online - those emails include friends and family AND colleagues and former professors, and are written just beautifully, with not only correct spelling and punctuation, but elegantly constructed sentences and intelligent word choices. So when I get a personal email in lolspeak it makes me want to scream WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO MEEEEEEEEE?? WHY THE LOLS?????? WHYYYYYY??????
ND, are you recording until 10 again?
I don't think I'll be stuck here until that late tonight. We're doing mutant effects right now and once they are in decent shape I'm going to try to duck out of here. I'm really dragging today since my days have just been too long.
Oh good. Well I'm quickly modifying and copying a test for tomorrow, and then I'm heading home. I'll probably be there around 6:30 or 7.
The one that bugs me is chatspeak/lolz in business emails. I have a sales rep that insists on doing it in all her emails. It bugs me to no end.
I give the 16-year-old crap about it when she sends me text messages and she gives me crap right back about my lame texting skills because I use punctuation and spell out things even on my BlackBerry.
Hopefully I'll be getting home around the same time. That's my plan at least.
We went to Applebees for dinner, thanks to a gift certificate from TCG's mom. My cosmopolitan was lousy and cost nearly $8. I'm glad I wasn't paying for it with my own money. How does one make a cosmo that tastes like lemonade?