Spike's Bitches 39: Cuppa Tea, Cuppa Tea, Almost Got Shagged, Cuppa Tea...
[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.
Laura looks totally awesome!!!!!!
Laura, wash it less, use the Bumble+Bumble or Goldwell products for red hair and you should last a while.
I get to leave work at 1:00 today because my best friend (since 1976) is visiting from Massachusetts! Woo Hoo!
Considering that I often can't use my corporate computer to access the internet from my company, I find some irony in Tom's history.
OMG, Disney's cutting down the rainforest in Small World! [link]
We just lived in the labs.
Yeah, I spent a stupid amount of college in a computer lab at nothing-a.m. in command line chat with friends who were, like, three machines away. Because if we actually got up to talk to each other out loud it'd be like acknowledging the fact that we weren't really doing work at all.
So little has changed. Mostly just the choice of client and the nothing-a.m. part.
I didn't even have or use a computer in college. I was all excited when I got a Brother word processor on my 21st birthday.
We didn't even get a computer until ... god, 1995? Can that be right?
I'm not at work today. I'm not at work today. I'm not at work today. Draconian Dictator will have to pick on someone else! I'm not at work today.
Also, I'll be spending the day at the conference tomorrow with one of my closest friends from Grad School!
In the so-little-has-changed dept, in 1989, one of the sysadmins whose user name was Sauron felt it his duty to send me (whose user name was Tinuviel) a message on the network that when I read it, obliterated my final thesis paper.
As a result, whenever I hear people whining about pig bombs in Second Life, I just have to roll my eyes.
I roll my eyes about a whole lot in Second Life.
My boss is an asshat, part 7 million
A student asked me to send a notice to the students about a reception on Monday, which asshat is attending/organizing. I said I would. His secretary emailed me on Tuesday to ask me if I had. I told her yes. He then emailed me to tell me to send another notice. He sends me an email today asking me to if I'd sent the second notice (which I didn't, I waited until today) telling me to send a THIRD NOTICE (in three days) and to cc him on it. FUCK YOU, like I'm going to lie to your stupid ass about sending an email.
Laura, awesome hair!
Def. don't wash it as much, and my cheap solution to keep my hair bright is to buy a container of Manic Panic or some other semiperm (Raw, Hot Topic, Splat!) and put some in with my conditioner. That re-coats the hair with color every time I use it.
I had an Amiga! In, um, 1984. Yes. And we were on CompuServe, but it was hella expensive and I lived in fear of my father explodiating.
Best class I ever took in HS, typing.
Indeed. I only took it to avoid study hall, and I've certainly used it more than anything else I learned in high school. I learned on a Royal Standard, and I wrote my way through four years on my college paper and my first year at the newspaper on Royal Standards. Boy, did I have finger muscles that I don't have now. Then we moved to the excitement of the Selectric I using a machine-readable font that was scanned into the typesetting equipment.
I got my first computer in the late '70s, but I didn't get online until the '90s.
I used a sliderule in high school. Also, the snow was really deep and there were wolves.
I spent the last two hours setting up my neighbor's modem, internet connection and e-mail. Surely I've garnered some major karma points.