Congratualtions "Aimee". Which implies, If that is your real name.

Which was double funny (at least for me, when I heard about it) because Aims used to post here under a nickname, in the past. So it was all her-real-name-is-not-her-real-name and all.

Also, Malawach. In the Hebrew wiki there's also a picture. [Edit: amych, I wish I could send you some!]

(Yes, I'm playing online instead of banging my head against the keyboard moaning and woe-is-me-ing and deadlining. It's better both for my soul as well as for my keyboard. I'm still not sure about my head)

Sending mallawach via interwebs to amych.

Also, I hope this will be helpful.

Nilly! Head/thesis~ma to you.

amych, you're the one who wanted to "No." in Hebrew for the shirt few Natters ago, right? Because I asked a friend to design this for me few days ago.

I'm on a conference call with some of my colleagues in Toronto. Did you know that server virtualization is a magic panacea that will solve all of your problems? And even if you make spreadsheet after spreadsheet that shows that the numbers can't possibly work, you should ignore them and do the work anyway, because the big boss told you to?

Pssst... sarameg, what you requested is in Great Write.

And Tom, urk. Is there no way to beat people senseless? If only to make yourself feel better?

I would now like a malawach. Stuff-in-dough is one of my favorite food categories!

And even if you make spreadsheet after spreadsheet that shows that the numbers can't possibly work, you should ignore them and do the work anyway, because the big boss told you to?

Well, sure.

And even if you make spreadsheet after spreadsheet that shows that the numbers can't possibly work, you should ignore them and do the work anyway, because the big boss told you to?

I didn't know you worked for government, Tom.

Stuff-in-dough is one of my favorite food categories!

I love this conversation!

I'm going to miss kolaches when we move out of Texas.

Work today is a continuous attempt not to stab my eyes out.

And even if you make spreadsheet after spreadsheet that shows that the numbers can't possibly work, you should ignore them and do the work anyway, because the big boss told you to?

Wait, you're trying to confuse them with actual facts? How childish and silly and non-inspirational of you.

Stuff-in-dough is one of my favorite food categories!

Oh, I need to somehow find a way to introduce you to frikasse (or however I should spell it in English).

It's a traditional Tunisian stuff-in-a-fried-dough (my mom was born in Tunis). It may sound a bit bland, but on the very few times a year my mom prepares it (and it's a lotta work, so she doesn't make it often), neighbors suddenly become nice to her, just on the hope she may invite them to taste some of that wonderfully-smelling stuff in her kitchen.

[Edit: oh, Shir, I'm sorry. Nobody should be miserable today but me! Somebody please inform the universe. I'm with my deadline, so it's a given that computers will hate me and my files will refuse to talk to me. But everybody else must have good days in order to balance stuff out.]