Hey, if it means I don't have to read any more, woo and, might I add, a big hoo.

Xander ,'Sleeper'


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.


Kat - Apr 01, 2008 7:20:52 am PDT #8630 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

My California colleague just called because after spending the day yesterday with our boss, she wanted to give those of us here in this office credit for putting up with her as well as we have. Hilarious.

That's hysterical.

I'm applying for jobs today. From my job. Good times?


hippocampus - Apr 01, 2008 7:21:27 am PDT #8631 of 10001
not your mom's socks.

There are many things wrong with the following:

"Could I please have a look at your style sheets for site [X]? I’d like to check that my Xxes are looking right — and also, as a novice, it’d be very helpful to see how you’ve accomplished what you’ve got on the site.

I’ve got a chance to work on the links again today, so it’d be great to have them today..."

not only the "forget the last three months of my ignoring your requests, now that your assistant is out..." stuff but also the fact that the person writing the email has not one whit of experience to get her to the second part of that sentence. nor do I think she realizes that the css isn't responsible for driving the site's behavior too... So whoever wrote this for her is only slightly more knowledgeable...

it's just a style sheet. why do I smell a self-imploding rat? Is it the groveling? [2 months, 29 days. 2 months 29 days.] I'm balking like a balky thing over something that is nothing. why.


Vortex - Apr 01, 2008 7:22:01 am PDT #8632 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

I'm applying for jobs today. From my job. Good times?

welcome to my world. I'm even considering applying for a job in the building across the street from my parents. How desperate is that?


hippocampus - Apr 01, 2008 7:29:10 am PDT #8633 of 10001
not your mom's socks.

mystery solved. and the winner is passive-aggressive tone!

eta - and the fact that she can't find a style-sheet herself.


shrift - Apr 01, 2008 7:33:57 am PDT #8634 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

I have lunch now. I am hoping it will bring back my sense of humor!


Sue - Apr 01, 2008 7:36:11 am PDT #8635 of 10001
hip deep in pie

Lee, don't look:

The Bacon Matrix:

[link]


Jesse - Apr 01, 2008 7:36:19 am PDT #8636 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I'm applying for jobs today. From my job. Good times?

Good times. I keep feeling sketchy when I look at job listings, but obviously no one's looking at my internet usage!

PS: Damn you Vortex -- I could fly higher than an eagle!!!


P.M. Marc - Apr 01, 2008 7:36:53 am PDT #8637 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

I am just not going to be able to comment on anything at livejournal today. People keep posting stuff that makes me want to say, "If this is your idea of an April Fool's joke, maybe you should rethink it, because wow, if it's not real, you're kind of an enormous dick."

Like what? All I've seen this morning were about a million rickrolls.


amych - Apr 01, 2008 7:38:21 am PDT #8638 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

I love the Bacon Matrix, but it's wrong. Obviously, after you give bacon to the dog, there should be an arrow leading back to the point of cooking up more bacon.

(I am amych's dog, and I approve this message.)


tommyrot - Apr 01, 2008 7:38:28 am PDT #8639 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.

Oh my. This is deeply moving... A series of portrait photos of people before and after death, with a brief description of their lives and deaths....

Rita Schoffler, 62
First portrait: February 17 2004
Rita and her husband had divorced 17 years before she became terminally ill with cancer. But when she was given her death sentence, she realised what she wanted to do: she wanted to speak to him again. It had been so long, and it had been such an acrimonious divorce: she had denied him access to their child, and the wounds ran deep.

Second portrait: May 10 2004
When she called him and told him she was dying, he said he’d come straight over. It had been nearly 20 years since they’d exchanged a word, but he said he’d be there. “I shouldn’t have waited nearly so long to forgive and forget. I’m still fond of him despite everything.” For weeks, all she’d wanted to do was die. But, she said, “now I’d love to be able to participate in life one last time…”

Life Before Death