Ugh -- I'm overly nervous for a meeting I'm about to go into. I know better than this! I know it only goes worse if I'm not confident! I know things are fine, and why various things have happened the way they did. I can convey that from a position of strength. Am attempting to build confidence via making this post.
'Hell Bound'
Natter 57 Varieties
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.
Go jesse! You can do it.
SHIT I lost one of my pearl earrings (the other remains in my ear). GRRRRRRRRRR.
Also stupid district has blocked flickr. Gr. ARGH.
Go Team Jesse! You can do it!
Stephanie, More thoughts on slow cookers from Gastrokids: [link]
Also, am enamored of the Peter Potty.
stupid district has blocked flickr
Oh, that's a bitch.
Also stupid district has blocked flickr.
Aieeee! bastards.
Jesse, Jesse, you're the lady!
If you can't do it...
um...can't think of appropriate rhyme
Something about staff retreats and getting-to-know-you games just make me want to shriek "DAMN THE MAN", burn down the establishment, and go eat worms in the woods.
They don't have eyeliner or Wi-Fi in the woods, people!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KATIE M!!
BOY-SHORT, peroxide-blond heads of hair are appearing all over fashionable London
Hmmmm. Well, I've been wanting to make a drastic change to my hair.....
We do not do "staff retreats". We occasionally have wine-and-Wii parties, which are much more fun.
Go, Jesse! You can dooo eeeet!
Stephanie, you might want to also check out what_a_crock on livejournal. The community is good at making suggestions.
What space smells like:
On NASA's website, ISS Science Officer Don Pettit describes the "smell of space" -- long a staple of science fiction stories.
Each time, when I repressed the airlock, opened the hatch and welcomed two tired workers inside, a peculiar odor tickled my olfactory senses. At first I couldn't quite place it. It must have come from the air ducts that re-pressed the compartment. Then I noticed that this smell was on their suit, helmet, gloves, and tools. It was more pronounced on fabrics than on metal or plastic surfaces. It is hard to describe this smell; it is definitely not the olfactory equivalent to describing the palette sensations of some new food as "tastes like chicken." The best description I can come up with is metallic; a rather pleasant sweet metallic sensation. It reminded me of my college summers where I labored for many hours with an arc welding torch repairing heavy equipment for a small logging outfit. It reminded me of pleasant sweet smelling welding fumes. That is the smell of space.