I'm glad I'm alone in the office, because this video had me cackling out loud: Sliding Faildog
Natter 58: Let's call Venezuela!
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.
except my wee cousin who really needed to get away from her family and who really needed to spend an evening in the company of Jilli
And I hope it did her a world of good!
Love this LOLcat! (I only saw the one cat at first, but then the other four pairs of eyes became obvious at second glance.)
ETA: Oh, and if you're into existential cats speaking in ennui-filled (and badly accented) French, this is for you! ("I have no opposable thumbs, yet I oppose everything.")
And I hope it did her a world of good!
It did. It seriously, truly did. Her mom told me afterwards that she talked about it for the next year; that night was one of the highlights of her life up to that point (bookish tomboy with vaguely Goth leanings + sun-drenched, sports-culture-driven cow town = ostracism, bullying, and beatings).
That night with a tableful of grownups with much bigger freak flags than her own, all of whom were perfectly at ease with letting them fly, meant more to her than we could have guessed (we'd had no idea; we just thought she was the coolest kid we'd met in forever, so she needed to be at the cool folks' table).
nobody was at a table with a bunch of complete strangers (except my wee cousin who really needed to get away from her family and who really needed to spend an evening in the company of Jilli), we tried to spread the extroverts around to facilitate conversation at any table that looked like it might possibly lag, and we used the questionnaires to write up equally random and ridiculous conversation starters for each table:
Which is how I wound up at a table with Phil and Kim, as I recall. (I think we were the Rowdy and LOUD table or something.)
FCM: Fred Flintstone, George Jetson, Shaggy (from Scooby Doo)
It did. It seriously, truly did. Her mom told me afterwards that she talked about it for the next year; that night was one of the highlights of her life up to that point (bookish tomboy with vaguely Goth leanings + sun-drenched, sports-culture-driven cow town = ostracism, bullying, and beatings).
Oh good heavens. I didn't realize it had made that much of an impact on her. She was darling.
You know, I think the only wedding I've been to where I didn't know most of the people at my table at the reception is ALSO the only wedding I've been to where I brought a plus-one! Who was actually a female friend, because she knew the bride, too, but they weren't as close (I checked with the bride to make sure it was OK to bring her). We couldn't figure out the theory with the seating, because there were other people there we knew, but maybe it was literally about keeping me away from this one guy I used to date. (This was the year after we graduated from college, so pretty close to teen age drama!)
Paul and I were Lee's entourage at Sparky's wedding. We had nametags that said it and everything. Though I think that was at the gathering the night before the wedding.
Note to self: do not cancel some random fucked up print job belonging to someone else when standing in front of IT director's office. It's a legit thing to do (that job was never going to print!) but it is probably bad form....