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!
Wesley: All right. I'm going to let you all in on something you may have trouble comprehending. I assure you however-- Gunn: Vampires are real. Wesley: I was telling!
'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
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.
shrift - Feb 21, 2008 7:15:07 am PST #625 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
juliana - Feb 21, 2008 7:18:39 am PST #626 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
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!
sj - Feb 21, 2008 7:19:12 am PST #627 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Stephanie, you might want to also check out what_a_crock on livejournal. The community is good at making suggestions.
tommyrot - Feb 21, 2008 7:21:40 am PST #628 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
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.
Tom Scola - Feb 21, 2008 7:22:10 am PST #629 of 10001
Mr. Scola’s wardrobe by Botany 500
I've been seeing that cut around NYC, and it always made me wonder if The Women's Muder Club was more popular than I thought.
lisah - Feb 21, 2008 7:24:12 am PST #630 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate
Jesse, Jesse, you're the lady
You can do it 'cuz you're not shady!!!
juliana - Feb 21, 2008 7:28:02 am PST #631 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
It reminded me of pleasant sweet smelling welding fumes. That is the smell of space.
Huh. Cool.
Amy - Feb 21, 2008 7:29:42 am PST #632 of 10001
Because books.
I *just* colored my hair dark...
Nutty - Feb 21, 2008 7:31:04 am PST #633 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
The smell of space sounds vaguely like ozone.
Is there a fine line between genius and insanity?
No. Not only are there plenty of insane morons, there are plenty of sane geniuses. I'm sure there are a few insane geniuses, A Beautiful Mind how I hate you, but I'm sure there are also a few albinos with six fingers on each hand, you know? That doesn't mean albinism and polydactyly are correlated.
sumi - Feb 21, 2008 7:32:50 am PST #634 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
DB and PD looking sharp at a wedding.
