Buffy ,'Potential'
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.
Yay, the new rec center in my neighborhood just opened today and they're offering vinyasa yoga classes. There's one tonight at 7 and I'm going to go try it out. Please, please, please, to let this be a good class. I'm tired of acquiring adipose tissue on my ass.
::sends stinkeye Toddson's people's way::
just had an irritating work thing, too. tech people not editing. grrrrr
and I've had a headache all day. stupid fall.
and it's all grey here. (meaning it's going to rain meaning leaky roof will leak)
But, really, I'm in a pretty good mood. I'm going to watch ANTM and Project Runway and eat a potato tonight.
I started auditing a morning class in 3D animation -- same material I had earlier this year, new teacher. God damn, but I like working with that 3D stuff!
The kids are out playing in the pouring rain, and happy as a couple of frogs. Kids are so funny.
How is the name Aisling pronounced?
Speaking of pronunciation, we are having a pub quiz at our company meeting tomorrow. The tie-breaking question will involve either pronouncing or spelling my last name.
I'm not sure if I want to see a tie or not.
PBS has an online poll posted asking if Sarah Palin is qualified. [link] And an interesting story about the poll. [link]
well, there should be some entertainment value to hearing them TRY. I used to save instances where people managed to spell my name - plain, simple, unconvoluted, English/Scottish names, of four or five letters - wrong. One genius managed to get first, last, AND middle names wrong.
The meeting I'd been dreading for almost two weeks (which was put off more than a week by my sick leave) turned out to be fairly short, almost painless, and almost every preliminary recommendation I made last Monday while congestion-addled was approved to pass on to the vendor as directions.
It's almost as if I actually command professional respect.
I...I...I...
Definitive proof that shame and irony are as foreign to Cindy McCain as they are to her husband.
It beggars belief. It beggars outrage, satire, language itself. Any minute now, The Onion is going to print a giant headline saying FUCK IT, WE QUIT and close up shop.
God, I'm sorry. I feel like I have to apologize to the world for living in their hapless platform. I voted against them when the chance presented, but... sigh But apparently opiates aren't like gingko for the cognitive faculties. It's only a smear if it's not true, Mrs. McSame.