Spike ,'Same Time, Same Place'
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.
Hrm, I wish I knew the OB's name that delivered my friend's baby. Because I want to sent her a pic of Miss P and the new one. All the others she's delivered, they got a pic with her, but she had another delivery almost immediately and had to dash (who knew a 10 person L&D could get so busy?! I was empty but for L when I got there!)
They called her Hillis, but google isn't helping me at all. Phooey. I also want to thank her for her wonderful treatment of Miss P and me.
Have trouble concentrating on your studies? Try the German Learning Egg. Shut yourself inside and absorb information from tape recordings, color slides, even an old-fashioned book or two. Six minutes inside turns you into a hard-boiled expert.
Dammit, now I want one. And I didn't know books were old-fashioned as far back as 1971....
Bearded Men of the 21st Century (1939)
Gilbert Rhode banishes buttons, pockets, collars, ties. The man of the next century will revolt against shaving and wear a beautiful beard, says the designer of boilers, pianos, clocks, and metal furniture. His hat will be an an antennae - snatching radio out of the ether. His socks disposable, his suit minus tie collar and buttons.
From the comments in that link
the feet, presumably with streamlined bunions, are to be encased in nothing more or less than congress gaiters 'with pores just large enough for air, but too small for water'
Someone predicted Gore-tex! And was mocked for it. That's wonderful.
His hat will be an an antennae - snatching radio out of the ether.
And wi-fi! Or tinfoil hats, either one.
He was practically a prophet.
Dude, the strike beards!
Let's say you were allowed to borrow an industrial robot. Of course, you'd take it to the desert and have it throw bowling balls at an RV, right? Flaming bowling balls....
Sure, Joe, Aimee will let you do this...
She'll have a great view sitting between her twin great danes.
On the back of her camel.
next time you're in town, I'll have a dinner party.
scurries to find reasons to get back to D.C.
If only they'd predicted the soul patch!
I've got to get me one of those antenna hats. Did the guy also coin "Plexiglass" or was the name around already?
Don't want to go to work. Am potentially walking in to a shit storm. But I don't know that because no one will fucking return my phone calls.
Seriously, yo. When you pull someone in to a project at the last minute, and right before a holiday weekend, it'd be nice if you would fucking tell them what's going on and what you need from them, rather than leave them hanging for a day and a half.
I got dragged into this at 9 am yesterday. They're presenting to the client on Tuesday. We're off on Monday. So when, after umpteen calls and emails you inform me that the team is meeting at 2 pm Friday - yeah, fuck that. And, as it happens, I'm driving my sister to the airport at that time. Which none of them actually knows yet since they won't fucking talk to me. God knows how this is all going to play out.
Regardless, I really need to get off my ass and get in to the shower.