Oz ,'Bring On The Night'
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In Bitches, Trudy proposed George Clooney rentals:
showing up at your house in a tux after you've had a hard day and making you a pot of tea and listening to you bitch about your boss...
meara:
OMG, I would love this. Or I vote for the Old Spice Man clad in towel, making tea, listening to me bitch, and then saying crazy things about what we will do to my boss and how he will make me feel better.
Vortex:
See, a towel would be too much temptation.
meara:
Well, not for ME. :)
In Natter:
amych: I pretty much suspect that the only alarm that would actually work would be a Clocky. Or it could just end up dead in a distant corner of the room, with me curled up over its wee fragmented machine-body, still holding the sledgehammer, sound asleep and with no memory of ever having chased it down to destroy it.
Yes, I am confused by mornings and all that they contain.
Miracleman in Bitches:
Now I want to go back into customer service. I would rock at tech support.
"Can you see the moon? Yes? You need an adapter."
"Ah, what we have here is an AF1022 afterburner sequencing error. You'll need three tea towels...NOT hand towels, TEA towels...a pound of butter and sixteen cat's eye marbles."
"Now, reach inside...no, no DON'T unplug it! That would make this all pointless! Now, jam your screwdriver in the big power box...which one of us is the expert here?"
"You're fucked."
shrift in Natter:
It appears that I'll be hauling a huge bag of vegetables with me to the convention hotel tomorrow, because my CSA haul was kind of ridiculous this week and people have expressed interest in food that isn't from the House of Meat (aka Outback, which is in the hotel).
I'm totally going to invite ladies back to my room to feast upon my magnificent tomatoes and enormous cucumbers.
smonster: Common human decency, people. Jesus was a fan.
Ginger: The problem with the yahoos who are always nattering on about the founders is that they don't know who the hell the founders were or what the Constitution says. They have a vague notion that the Pilgrims wrote the constitution to create a Christian government that protects their rights while abusing the rights of people not like them.
Cashmere in Natter, and ain't it the truth:
Buffistas are so smart that they've ruined everyone else for me.
Jars:
Also, oy. I just sent a report in where I'd used 'find and replace all' and ended up with 'opium poopy' all over one section.
Consuela: I am writing and listening to my iPod and thinking about going into the city, which will require me to get changed and all that. But I must go, because I made a pie, and simply cannot keep it at home. However carrying a pie on mass transit is never all that easy: I need a pie-carrier.
Tom Scola: I will take the pie — though I do not know the way.
ita: CIO sent me a "Welcome to the team!" card. I doublechecked, and she is still spelling my name in all caps. I feel obliquely chastised.
tommyrot: Does she think you're an acronym?
ita: I hope she thinks I'm the right one. Continual total agreement would be useful.