Willow ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Happy birthday, d!
On the bright side, I've seen our lovely Nilly lecturing today about the Buffyverse in the biggest local SF&F convention, ICon. It was awesome.
I was going to say, "I can't believe Nilly didn't tell us about this," but, no, really, I can believe it. Of all the giant-brained delightful geniuses I know (which is actually rather a lot, when I really consider all the people I know), Nilly is the most modest and self-effacing and aw-shucks-it's-nothing.
What part of office job says "stress free"? And even if you thought that, why would you say it!
"Next!"
Jeez-- brainmeats hurting...
I'm also dealing with our rampantly incompetent graphics department. My sort of uncle (aunt's husband's brother) works there, so I try to throw them a bone once in a while. First, they sat on the project. Then, we had to go back and forth SEVERAL times because the woman was an idiot. Approve final design Then, I get a totally new design from someone else, C, apparently because the design "wasn't representative of the university". New design is ugly and completely misses the point of what I want.
Talk to C, he insults my taste, we agree to start again. Sends me to a new designer, J (after trying to send me back to the idiot, but I pointed out that if she didn't know what was appropriate before how is she going to know now). J promises design by COB Wednesday. Call this morning, J promises Noon today. Call again, he promises 15 minutes.
NO WONDER NO ONE USES YOU. YOU ARE DISORGANIZED AND YOU DON'T MEET DEADLINES!!!!
eta: Side note to Not!Helpdesk - telling me to restart my computer does not mean that you have closed the ticket. Until I call you and tell you it worked, that ticket is open, asshole!
Barb, that's kinda fab. and on sale! hmmmmmm
I dunno, from the perspective of someone writing a dissertation, a little typing and filing might sound remarkably stress-free. Not that you should SAY that in a job application.
Barb, that's kinda fab. and on sale! hmmmmmm
If it wasn't for the fact that a) low calf-length makes me take on the proportions of a hobbit and b) I already have more coats than anyone living in Florida needs, I'd so be on that like white on rice.
sj, sorry I missed your Q... my tagline is from Veronica Mars. Keith says it to [Laura San Giacomo's character] after a film festival.
I tried on a beauuuuuuuuuuuutiful coat yesterday. It was black wool, floor length, and cut just enough like Keanu's coat in Matrix Reloaded to make me swoon but not so much like it that I looked like I was in costume. It was long and swoopy and had these quasi-military-esque double buttons and an awesome folded-over collar thing.
It was on a rack under a big sign that said "$199.98! 30% or more taken off at register!"
But it was on the wrong rack.
It was $500.
I put it back.
pooh.