There is a 7th fatality and it looks like another press conference at 9 am (in half an hour) and the local hospital is going to have one at 11.
Natter 56: ...we need the writers.
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.
Dear People:
If you keep changing the agenda, tell me to videocon in at 9 in an email, verbally confirm with me 9 am the day before, do NOT go looking for me at 8:30. I don't care if you are 5 hours ahead. You have a European vacation. I just have to get up earlier. No love,
Me
Also, would it KILL the xxx team to tell me they decided not to deliver 8x the data, but rather something smaller BEFORE the told our partners? Gee, thanks for making me look like an idiot.
I'm so tired that I think I might be a zombie. I hope that I don't start craving brains later.
I still have the ick, and came to work anyway. That was incredibly stupid of me (although at least today's ick is less coughing and more sounding like an undercaffeinated frog.)
I hope that I don't start craving brains later.
That would be offal.
I will be content if no Buffistas make the national news.
In related subjects, I dreamed this morning that Tom Scola martyred himself for the cause of Ukrainian independence, in a particularly nasty area of street-fighting. I think I was actually listening to a Beeb report about Kosovo's declaring independence, and the fact that Russia doesn't like it, but... somehow that turned into sitting around a hotel conference room in a slavic country reading news reports and watching TV waiting for a glimpse of people we knew.
Scola, please don't martyr yourself! We prefer you alive. Ukraine doesn't need any more independence anyway.
Scola, please don't martyr yourself!
OK, I'll try not to, I guess.
That would be offal.
I lack the mental acuity to appreciate puns. I think this means that I should start snacking on your brains first.
The mobile baby!!